Loving Cup
He’s cheerful when I sit next to him, in the front,
last fare of the evening, then I’m off home
with pride he tells of the new hot-tub in his garden,
and how he and his wife sit, passing a floating dish
of strawberries between them as the sun sinks,
we’ve got our own little piece of paradise
he says tenderly, we’re living the dream:
As he speeds away in to the evening
I can picture the two of them, contented,
and their bobbing strawberry bowl.
Diana Cant is a child psychotherapist and poet, returning to poetry after a clinical career working with severely abused children and young people.She lives and works in Kent, is a student on the Newcastle University/Poetry School MA course, and is a member of the Mid Kent Stanza group.She has been published in various journals and anthologies,including Humanagerie [Eibon Vale Press]; 84 [ Verve Poetry Press]; and Nine Muses [ on-line]