One in, One Out.

One in, one out,

So the old saying goes

And so it proved –

With my husband gone

Unbelievably and finally,

Never to return.

Whilst I await

The arrival of a little one,

Hardly daring to believe.

My Love

You have entered icily cold

Into that white line of horizon

Beyond the wind turbines.

You know not the brilliance

Of this bejewelled day

With the sea a steadfast blue.

Yet are there greater glories

By far on the other side?

My hope it may be so.