Warm wife and cold wine

Both waiting for me at home.

Lares et panates.

 

Grandchildren call round

On a summer’s afternoon.

Noisy wee buggers.

 

Sitting quietly

Contemplating city life.

Home in a high rise.

 

City behind me

Cooling glass of dry white wine

Warm summer sunset.

 

Village cricket ground

Grandson opening the bat.

Pennine happiness.

 

Cat taps on window

I’m cold and wet in the snow,

Can I share your warmth?

 

Snowball hits window,

“Those bloody kids” walking past

bring back memories

 

Dip toe in water

Of forty-four years ago.

Teenager awakes.

 

Snuggle into quilt

after four mile walk in snow

And sleep for ten hours

 

My front door key is

Passport to peace and quiet,

Subject to grandkids