Th’ sun isnae ashamed the day. It rises. It is. It’s exactly whit it wants tae be.
A saft breeze slips through, barely there.
We start th’ day wae quiet smiles an’ breathy glances. Ah kiss yer forehead, you kiss mah neck, an’ ah welcome ye intae mah airms.
Unner the halogen glow o’ the kitchen, flickerin’—almost in time wi’ Thunder Road.
We dance.
Gently, like we’ve aw the time in the world.
The kettle clicks. Ah pour, slow—the sound o’ water hittin’ the cup as heavenly as yer voice, singin’ in harmony wae the Boss.
Then we sit, an’ huv a nice cuppa, wae a slice o’ homemade cake.
It melts in mah mooth, sweet an’ soft, afore the tea even touches mah tongue.
As ah think back tae that day, we didnae ken it wis oor last thegither.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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