Please tell me why it matters that your skin is rich like coffee
When we wake up every morning and smile and say hello
And we shout together together for our breakfast.
This morning I didnít get my cuppa joe because we didnít have any milk
And I had to go to a restaurant for my fix.
That didnít seem like the end of the world to me
In fact I quite enjoyed it.
Your smile is a laser beam when you reach to be picked up
You do so with absolute faith that I will give you comfort;
Miraculously you trust I will stop your crying
So what is it about the world
That thinks that we should not want to be together
Growing, getting stronger, trusting and loving?
But mostly, what matters least of all
Is how much milk they poured into my skin
And how much they poured into yours.
by Iain Rogers