“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”
Poet: lying on our neighbour’s couch, giggling at the suggestion of a biscuit.
She has been so clingy of late; cuddling me, wanting to be held and carried, crying when I leave the house. I don’t know whether it’s her age or a combination of moving house/baby on the way. Whatever the case may be, I’m practising patience and giving her as many cuddles as she needs.