'Beattie is Three' by Adrian Mitchell

Thanks Martin for this poem. 

 You big softie.



`Beattie is Three.`

At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand.O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpet way
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.






Eleanor - about three???

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