We have not held hands
or hugged
or snuggled up
on the couch
for a long time now
He fills our world
like dough rising in
a mould too small
But last week
as I drove
gingerly in the
crunching frost
and parked
my tired car
she looked down from
our bedroom window
her face framed
in the curtains, golden
(energy saving) light
spilling out into the night
and like a little Cheshire cat
smiled at
my upturned face ...
... I am happy
