You come to me, in your tattered soul way.
Limping a little, some days a lot.
And I bring you coffee.
And you cheer me on, my writing, my sales, my dog walking.
All my victories are our victories.
Your victories are mine too.
The supper that came from nowhere, deft hands mix stir chop.
And there it is.
And the password needs resetting, and it is obstinate.
To you it is an infraction on your day.
So I fix it, and make the log in work.
And some days with the kids, it seems there…