so yes, you are ok, i think so anyhow

i shall miss my visits up the hill

to your house

looking at the string by your front door

i shall miss your pretty living room

the folded paper by the fire all so tidy

so i shall knit you a cloth for your stove

handle

cos it is hot

to touch

when we toast the buns

and i burn them. i shall

miss the butter and your

tidy ways

maybe in the autumn i

will be allowed out to visit again

to sit by your fire

and feel safe

with you