We are in the kitchen
Making up tomatoes on toast
We smell like death
It crept up to us
On this day
Alice dips
A sugary finger in the bowl
Smiles and waves
She really is a good girl
We both are
She whispers
Mother can't take that away
We look out of the window
All is dark
No stars tonight
Just the gentle
Plodding of rain
Time passing
Clouds rearranging
Soon it will be morning
Another day
Another chance
A place to enjoy
The mundane.
