Pockets full of flavoursome joy
lemon drop kisses
rhubarb & custand cuddles
like Granny used to have
we have the same laugh now
I hear it move and it
makes me feel like I belong;
somewhere somehow
I hope when I am sixty
I will sit by a loch wearing
Audrey Hepburn-esque
sunglasses
sharing my book with the duck
who has come to know me more
than I know inyself.