If the Grass Only Knew

For Katie.

If the grass only knew the fat feet that stumbled over its green, or the ticklish toes that it grew up in-between.

If the grass only knew the hands that cartwheeled round its days, or the many games on its pitch we had played.

And if the grass only knew the pray each night we would pray:

Dear God, send rain for our growing grass, then sunlight to dry it the very next day.