I saw him again this morning
Coming out from his home with it’s shiny black door
A little shopping bag in his hand.
He looks stately this man, dressed with care,
Tall and proud he carries his years.
At times his wife will come, she looks frail
but so very loved.
Together they give warmth to the neighbourhood
make people behave more dignified.
On returning with his bag full, he is often stopped,
so many want to say hello and how are you and more.
Have wondered if I should cross the expanse
walk the road and say hi to the man and his wife.
Do you think they would like to come for tea
with scones and clotted cream.
© miriam ivarson