she waits for me
as I do the washing
prepare my porridge
while she waits
she edits my furniture
for her tidy house
when we get together
we will have more
grandchildren
it is so different
than the first marriage
the second or the third
it is our 'first true love'
we say, gazing at each other
like herons at the river
I bring the porridge
to the table
and think in its steam
too much cinnamon
and not enough
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