Sweetheart Poem by Louise Tredoux

Fell down the stairs, leg in a
plaster cast, jumping about
on crutches, complaining with
all my might, cleaning the
kitchen in despair, crying in
frustration, Rudi came and
kissed it right, brought take-
away food, a feast and delight,
his adorable face beaming
with joy, his love enfolding
me, creating a refuge from
the storms of life; sweetheart,
you always make me happy,
come, sign your name on my
cast, in golden glitter, mind,
add a pierced heart; there,
now everybody can see who
cares for me, bet the ladies
of the collection group will
raise their eyebrows, what
a lovely prospect…