an ancient place
with you you & you
three women of a certain age
sitting on a ridge in the sun
top of the stone quarries
where they never say the name
of the furry long ear
with the white bob tail
I took the photograph
of you you & you
you never loved me
fighting me for nine years
you learned to love me
over thirty years
& you
you loved me from the start
recognising a fellow soul
a joyful happy heart
no hurts intended
& if only
I could have traded
your places in my life
what the world
would have been