Having You There

Wet towels on the bathroom floor
kicking up the mat when you walk through the door

Odd socks, ‘I can never make a pair
the matching ones are heaven knows where’

Butter in the jam pot ‘please use a spoon’
I said it so many times
you’d say: ‘lass change your tune’

Using milk from the bottle
I’d say: ‘for that there’s a jug’
your smile when I tutted
gave my heart a tug.

I wish there were wet towels
on the bathroom floor
the rug rucked up behind the front door
butter in the jam pot
who gives a care?
a small price to pay
to have you there.

by Audrey


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