for alice

Through the open French window the warm sun

lights up the polished breakfast-table, laid

round a bowl of crimson roses, for one –

a service of Worcester porcelain, arrayed

near it a melon, peaches, figs, small hot

still life

rolls in a napkin, fairy rack of toast,

butter in ice, high silver coffee-pot,

and, heaped on a salver, the morning’s post.

She comes over the lawn, the young heiress,

from her early walk in her garden-wood

feeling that life’s a table set to bless

her delicate desires with all that’s good,

that even the unopened future lies

like a love-letter, full of sweet surprise.

Elizabeth Daryush taken from Penguin’s Poems for life, selected by Laura Barber

a poem for my daughter alice who turns 24 today – beautiful, talented and irreplaceable!

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