you run out to greet him
forgetting your coat in the
snow crunching cold
“I’ve been waiting for you,” you say
his frosty sideburns quiver as he smiles
and heads to the warmth of the house
rubbing hands together as he sits and waits for his tea
That’s a beautiful flower he says as he notices
the amaryllis on the table
I love flowers looking closely
the extraordinary colours and shapes
sipping, he notices your photo albums
may I look he says
you hand him a few
they are family shots of your kids mostly
he examines each carefully
noticing eager faces in the pictures
the obvious love in the eyes
the natural smiles
the busy atmosphere
treasure this
he says
such harmonic loving beauty
and you nod in the warmth of
your status so described
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