26 March 2011


You came in through our window,
ushering light in behind you,
and made this place a house of dreams,

We drew up a chair for you.

For every job to be done
you found that element of fun
and sent it soaring

You made yourself at home in that chair.

A box of tricks for all occasions:
if we needed to arrange
a minute's adult conversation
you'd give my angels sticky sweets
to quieten chattering cheeks
and peace would reign.

As you left
you gave back the keys to our house.

And that chair?
That place where you used to sit?
It's still warm.

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