NO RULES

There are no rules,

I told them,

just love yourselves

and respect all others

to be, to do, to say,

whoever they are

So we pointed the Mini, west,

and hit the road where

we can only go forward,

because we couldn’t go back

to a shattered beginning,

to carry away the fragile output

of that relationship

On loan for a fortnight,

set loose in the west

with a sackful of sweets.

No plans, no rules,

a rudderless ship

in choppy waters,

ever onward.

Into a future

with bright days

and a mist

hovering on the horizon.

We laughed, we played

we saw the sights,

explored the Ailwee caves,

climbed the threatened

Mullaghmore

and perched, precariously

on the edge

of the Cliffs of Moher.

The edge of the world,

thinking life had ended,

when it had only just begun.

So I stopped myself

from crying,

learning,

if you cry,

you��ll get what you want

from Daddy.

Out of the mouths

of babes

who grow up to be mums