This is the latest version of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I've rearranged and tweaked some stanzas
Familiar Warmth
She's sitting here with us ...
My stare dares him not to sneer as peering up from The Daily News his closed-mouth smile indulges me.
Settled opposite my hubby I am pampered with welcome refreshments at the window table.
I flip through memory pages until I’m lunching here with her, munching ham and salad baps.
After our rummage through the mall,we relished time together, gulping cups of gossip to quench curiosity, her laughter often erupting to drench me.
Is it the sun’s embrace through the window or the mug of steaming Yorkshire tea?
That familiar warmth after all these years still radiates from her so even my fingertips tingle.
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Settled opposite my hubby the window table pampers us with welcome refreshments,
Last st was:
Years after her departure that familiar warmth radiates from my core until even my fingertips ... tingle.
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