Her seemingly effortless gourmet meal laid out simply
would turn us into gourmands
licking our fingers and smacking our lips
Her whimsical notes of well known lullabies
would refuse to be pinned on to straight lines
gently caressing and sending us off to dreamland
Her reading of our mood in the blink of an eye
would magically make sure our demands were met
taking for granted her presence and presents.
Her cloudy vision and frail smile lighting up like a thousand watt bulb
when I go home to touch base
making me realise what this woman means to me.