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Nothing Special!
“Nothing special!”, she said,
“Frying cabbage with beef”.
No foil or tins here.
“Put some music on” she said
But I was listening to a symphony
Of babies’ soft sleeping.
“Typical” she said
“All the excitement,
Of you coming home,
They just wouldn’t sleep!
And our garden’s a jungle,
I’ve mown, but that’s all,
I couldn’t find the time
Since my mum had her fall,
And the neighbours were great
They really helped out!”
And in the jungles of my garden
Gentle honey bees hum
Not those hot metal hornets
Of shrapnel and shot
Our small house, so huge now
Our old bed, so vast
Linen acre of softness,
Like her tentative touch,
And I’m not going back,
My service now done.
“Nothing special!” she said.
