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Cold April Days

He thinks the sun is rude
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey
Curtains drawn, blinds down
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song
Their confinement is not a prison though
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace
Books, jigsaws, crosswords, biscuits
That's their daily fare
There are few outside the 4 strong walls
Whose company they share
With photos on the mantlepiece
The kettle's always on the boil
The smell of their shared history
Of love, of pain, of toil
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
And - for today - no better place to be
For home is where the heart is
As long as the mind is safe and free


◄ To Fill a Gap*

Sunday Shiraz ►


Jemima Jones

Fri 29th Apr 2016 08:19

loved it all David,especially the last two lines.Thank you.Jemima.

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