Photos from Mark Tucker
For Alexander
When he laughs
It's like a waterfall
A torrent
So vivid and clear it washes you back
To apples so big they have to be held
In both hands
To running with only the breeze on your skin
Clapping yourself on each new word you form
Biting your hands with excitement
Lying down rolling over
With excitement
To being fearful of poppies and knots in the wood
Sure there's a spider hid in each blade of grass
Seeing the moon begging to be lifted up up up
Knowing we are always here to catch you
When I was a child
I played with childish things
Now I am a man
I play with my children
Peter Jukes 1993