Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
Already I’ve forgotten what you wore
Sunday, standing by the fridge; it was black,
And your arm supported the broom...
