Neville

Magnificently Different

Magnificently Different

 

Standing there before the tallest

of mirrors like that,

Casually cupping her swollen belly

and proud ..

Those firm, yet gentle strokes of

hers ..  

Served as some protective shield

Perhaps ..

Much the way he sometimes held

his bowl backed mandolin ..

He then smiled and mouthed her

name ..

And dreamed of loving her again

But next time magnificently different ..