Four by Erica Hesketh

Four After A. A. Milne When you were one, I stared into the shifting waters of your face and encountered myself. When you were two, we were twin breezes, sky and sea meeting, a looping moon and sun. When you were three, we built the universe from first principles, toiling side by side. And everything was possible, or mendable, and we were our own frame of reference. But then you were four, the age…