Yesterday we invited family and friends to lunch in celebration of Jerry's eightieth. Today, life has pretty much returned to normal.
I watch you pottering in the kitchen -
wiping down the sink
in that slow, deliberate way that is your signature.
'Always leave a room the way you'd like to find it'
Your old mum trained you well.
The cats cruise round your feet,
rubbing furry throats against legs
skinny and scarred from recent surgery.
The dog sits obediently in her corner
(she knows better than to make a fuss)
All Through the Day is crooning
on the sound system.
'I used to sing that' you say
with a far-away look in your eyes.
'E flat too, if memory serves me correctly'
Your mouth softens and a few notes
escape in imitation.
There's something reassuring about the scene
reassuring and very peaceful
on this golden summer afternoon.
Such touching imagery describing what must have been a perfect day. On a point of detail, I remember a 10- or 11-year-old student of mine almost 50 years ago writing of "cats smurring round children's legs" - you know exactly what she meant!