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I like the word oval. So for breakfast
an egg, just like this hand, brown and freckled.
My spoon taps gently on the shell. A child
at heart I cut soldier boys from my toast.

My wife believes in exercise and buys
organic veg. Friday's always fresh fish.
She steams their eyes to pearls and never sighs.
I like the swaying fennel, but not the fish.

It's winter now. She walks on settled snow
down the Kissing Lane, and locks our door
because I lost her gloves. I'm getting slow.
She takes her sister's eager Labrador.

I see her hands are cold, her sable hair
flecked with frost. Childless we've grown old.

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A rare sonnet from you Badge.  This is a lovely piece on aging and relationships.  It felt familiar.

~~Tink

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Thanks Tink. I quite like the ease of not writing, but then tinkering with an old poem inked the pen! I played.

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