Generation Game

she arrives after school

weaving silently through the

half-open gate like a zephyr,

after tentatively surveying

the lie of the land she ambles

over and nonchalantly leans

her body against mine as I relax

outside with a glass of wine,

with this simple unspoken gesture

I know the worst is over and

diplomatic relations have been

re-established following yesterday’s

fractious spat in the kitchen,

it’s called unconditional love,

neither of us can break this bond

even if we tried to,

so she lolls

comfortably against me and

lets my arm encircle her waist,

I whisper ‘love you’,

‘love you too’ she says

and we’re good again,

for now, at least

until the next time

Published by grahamrsherwood