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pearls.

she’s singing away

quietly to herself

in the kitchen

as she prepares the food

and I read the papers

 

and 

emerging from the depths 

 

momentarily

I see a vision of this house

cold & silent

without her

childlike innocent happiness

there

spreading it’s warmth

to every corner

 

then chase away

this empty thought

and nestle down again

in the happy fullness,

the completeness,

of the here & now.