Dear David,

The jolliest eyes,
Hazel under bushy brows.
The kindest of faces.
Turned out, doggedly eager.
A smile made of a thousand good graces.
Vneck sweaters, cord trousers and a clicky hip.
Sensible shoes and an excellent taste in red.
It's the way you ask your wife if you can hold her towel as she tries to balance with one foot in her knickers,
It's the way you love the multicoloured flowerbed because it has no colour sense,
And how you know the kitten's on the landing because the rugs askance,
It's the fact you talk and talk about Dali, dahlias, dogs or Daimlers.
It's not the subject, it's the chance.
The world's safe when you are in it.
Safe, good and well mannered. Just right.


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