Delicate

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Delicate

Bruises bloom purple
as we celebrate
the first daffodil
in its brave defiance
of freak hailstorms.
I peel snowdrop plasters
from my hands.
My veins are tiny
but they’re tough,
pumped full of spring.
I burrow my way
towards the light.
The anaesthetist asks
about Disney World.
The magic of making
plans again. How it will be
to introduce my little boy
to Mickey Mouse,
to a summer free of surgery,
free of pain, free of fear.

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