The little radiator hits the garden
Flapping in her cape as Supergirl,
Or booting the ball high and true
In the summer and laughing loud.
On this earth now five short years,
Roots so deep entwined inside us
That life before her crying coming
Sits in memory - a blank waiting room.
Now this quark, this zap-charged electron
Orbits us super fast, glue-ing and sticking,
Painting us and colouring this world;
This girl who is five and who is mighty.
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