Scrabble and Gin

You are triple word score wonderful,
sitting in my Scrabble-tiled kitchen
and drinking my gin bottles dry,
one eye on the prize and the other,
my dear mother, on the chips in the oven
and it’s this that keeps us ever woven
in the fabric of each other’s selves –
steak and salad and chips and TV chilling,
endlessly refilling our need for each other,
cups of conversation overflowing
and love, ever growing and eternal.

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