Our water tank has just run dry.
It allowed my son one final shower
(He was here on leave for a while)
And then, when we'd taken him to catch the early plane
(with me dry-eyed because I have learned
One survives though being deprived
Until he comes again next year...)
I went back to bed
to sleep, to dream
And woke at a reasonable hour.
Began to run a bath
(for sulking in.
I do my best sulking from in a hot bath)
And the water spluttered, sputtered and died.
And my husband went to check the tank...
And the tank was dry.
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