New Love
 
 
At Autumn’s Winter cusp of life
surprised by joy in a new love
She is imperious, demanding
generous yet selfish without fault
I wait upon her every word
entranced by the music of its tone
challenged by its sense
She loves without reserve or doubt
unqualified by circumstance
We delight at things we share
at silliness and simple fun
with new-eyed innocence
When she cries I comfort her
without judgement or mistrust
Without jealousy I see
that she loves others too
but tell my secret self
perhaps not quite like me
even though deep down I’m glad
this selfishness is not true
She is wilful without reason
petulant without cause
but I of course forgive her
without a second’s pause
She has become my morning sun
just like one before
and my evening’s silent solace
I whispered her to sleep
a peace beyond compare
my burdens, doubts and fears are eased
just because she’s there
Without romance still less desire
she has me in her spell
and when I leave as leave I shall
Perhaps in memory I shall dwell.
 
 
 
‘Last time I saw her she was waving me goodbye
With hurry-back drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Poppy’s only 3 years old Mummy skype me please
Put me through to her before bedtime after tea’ *
 
 
 
*Cf: Chuck Berry – Memphis Tennessee