30 January 2006


Seen through the steam of my steeping tea,
she busies herself with a book.
Superimposed on the scene,
mindlessly rolling from finger to thumb,
rests her ring.

A handmade quilt, a lap napping cat,
and lingering strings of Christmas lights
round the corners of my house.
But Rebekah, and only Rebekah,
makes this peace my home.

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