Three pairs of eyes I see are peering past the curtains
as I climb the concrete driveway to the doorway of their house.
Green-eyed Evelyn is twinned to brown-eyed Harriet
while Abi’s eyes are hazel, with ten-year amber hints.
They grasp I’m glum and grieving, but children have an answer
as they ambush on the patio and smother me with hugs.
 

                                   31 March 2024