Every sigh

Evil-minionby Ethel Twigg20 Apr 2015

Her shoulders brace
as she sits knitting away
her sand in the hourglass
fingers clawing
twitches at his every sigh
wonders again if she'd known
what a lifetime really means
this irritating buffoon
stubborn grey and old
a dusty chapter
where her bookmark now rests
for the umpteenth time
she considers the more exotic ways
she can bump him off.
Her anger calms
and gaze rests
on his dishevelled old head
Love can be stealthy like that
lifting us from anger and despair
and make us see those people we once knew
in heads of scruffy old hair.