Warmth, Food And Love… Poem by Louise Tredoux

Cold outside, without Rudi, even colder inside,
without him to provide a framework I’m restless,
uncertain of everything, can’t settle down to work
while floating between heaven and hell

Why is finding a context, an overall meaning for
everything such a difficult thing? Coldness means
making a fire, enjoying red wine, reading a book,
not washing floors, dusting rooms

Coldness means seeking warmth, making pancakes –
that’s what I’ll do! Pancakes with lots of cinnamon and
sugar, with dollops of ice cream and for dinner tonight,
a filling of vegetables and mince

The heavenly smell permeating the flat, creating
a context, a framework of warmth, food and love…