There we were
Sitting together,
My lover and I,
Sitting in the Care Home.
We were sitting by a window,
A window to the garden,
Chatting and laughing.
We looked out the window
And there he was,
One of the residents,
Sweeping leaves,
Only gently ,
But he was tidying them up.
My lover looked out
And said,
“I would like to do that”
I said “That would be fun,
Your frame in both hands
And presumably,
The broom in your teeth!”