(written during lockdown)
“Can we get a toastie Mummy And then an ice cream?” You skip along Innocently oblivious to the doom of Drizzly Sunday mornings in the park. “If Ivan is open” I say If Ivan is there, all will be fine. Ivan who always wears a white T-shirt Ivan who doesn’t know our names But we know his. Ivan who doesn’t know he is a household name In our house. It’s the only time in our week during this Never ending lockdown Where I don’t have to make My own cup of tea. He cuts up a chocolate tiffin Into 4 pieces Because I asked him to do that once And he remembered. The park is bearable on cold winter mornings With Ivan in his hut. A reassuring presence without many words And a cup of tea Made for me. That makes me so happy.