Sing Him A Song Poem by Louise Tredoux

In bed with a cold and a burning
throat, one watery eye watching
Rudi, a plate of nourishing food
prepared by him; eat, medicine,
then tucked up warmly, a kiss on
the forehead, he’s off to work

Dreaming of the beautiful world,
of freedom and flowers and land-
scapes filled with shimmering
shapes - a shape becomes
clear, Rudi’s here, kisses the
fever, more medicine

My heart is swelling, bursting with
love for his considerate care, I’m
determined to repay his love with
more affection than he can hold,
to write him a poem, sing him a
song, kiss him tonight…