Spencer Robertshaw writes of his now grown-up daughter in the latest poem in his 'Evidently Spencertown' column.
The reason I breathe The reason I move From North to South Makes rough to smooth The light in dark The non slip slide You keep me sharp Life is on my side A brighter day Is always there You fill my days Sun everywhere Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer Your favourite things In a box with a bow Your music rings The star of the show Snowdrops and rainbows Velvet and gold Happiness and love grows Makes your heart bold Music and colours Bowie and best Radiates to others Better than the rest Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer Brighter days are always here Trouble in a teacup Eloquently Queer