I have not flooded my car
with the fresh warm air of the lavender fields,
evoking my senses,
driving along the open roads of Provence,
But I have sat in the mouth of night
soaked in starlight,
and listened to the secrets
that children whisper to the wind.
I have not felt the life of a living pulse
beating a brand new rhythm in my womb,
but I have been the child held
in the unconditionally loving arms.
I have not lived outside of the UK,
or twisted my tongue around
the curves of another language,
and I have not set foot on the silver surface of the moon,
But I have lived every second of my life
absorbing what it means to be alive,
I have felt love and loss,
and I have breathed the World into me.