Today...my boy was smiley when I left him, my girl too.
Today, I felt the room was mine...little Plurals did too.
Today, told them about the war 91-95...they felt every word.
The newspapers glued on the ground...with blood
The female corpse in the river...watch still on her wrist..
A child's shoe..
Cannisters of water,
Loaves of bread...and running...
Mass graves and watching darkness...

Today, they felt the horror and melted,
Today they learnt that Torvill and Dean had won their Gold in a decaying stadium where our boys..and girls...had slept,
Today they felt they could answer and respond.

Today, I knew I was in control.
Today, they did too.
Today...I have no lover.
Today I have not responded ...again...to MM...I just can't...
Today I have read and re read news from The Fan...
Today Mr Estate Agent asked me if I loved him.
Today, as in all other days , I said no.
Today, I accused him again of drunk bravery and he has retreated...

Tonight, I fell asleep when I came home...so drained...children busy...they brought me gifts.
Tonight, I missed him...
Tonight, I think of what may be....