The crack of bubble wrap underfoot,
your roly poly dance,
drawing your hand in mine,
the cutting up of diamonds.
Our neighbour says
‘it’s good to see you looking so normal’
as she drives past me in our doorway
struggling to fasten your shoes.
And I think as you kiss me goodbye
with a ‘care wool’ hug,
yes, that’s right,
how wonderful, how miraculous
after all the pain and the needles
and the waiting for scans
that scar with their abnormalities,
their malignant growths,
their cells that multiply
in weird lumps that threaten
to catch the every day in their claws
and rip it to shreds.