I was happy dancing on your knee

You let me knead your face like plasticine

I loved your merry eyes,alive to me

Mother you were beautiful and free

Lost in that sweet moment like a dream

I was happy dancing on your knee

No more tantrums no more did I scream

I loved your merry face so live to me

Your countebance  the sun, your eyes its beams

I was happy dancing on your knee.

I saw you and my daddy drinking tea.

In your love I lived as in a dream

I loved your merry face, your need for. me.

From my mind I expel what is mean.

I  do remember happiness again

I was happy dancing on your knee

I loved your smiling face as you loved me

The only knowledge worth having is not the knowledge born of experience but the knowledge that gives birth to experience.

Adam Phillips.

Preface. The hands of the living God by Marion Milner (1969)