But Daffodils bloomed

In the garden

And waited for the sun.

I bought a dress

Crimson as soft as silk

An invitation

For admiration

But only the mirror approved.

A solitary meal,

Microwaved and edible,

One glass of sweet white wine,

No dishwasher to load.

Time to daydream

Time to drift

But I was tired of drifting,

Longed for an anchor.

Bedtime

Warm duvet

Feather pillow

Settling down to sleep

To dream,

Alone for one more day,

The day before you came.

By Sue Challand

© This work is the copyright of Sue Challand. 2007