Dad, wanna cup of tea?
Stirring and shaking she swings
back to the plastic iron,

tapping a toy car –
the blue spoon’s so silly –
colouring and stirring the iron

with the wand’s broken handle:
here you are dad. I kneel
to my daughter’s stirring lines, her

handcrafted magic, accelerating
the luxury of a leapfrogging heart.