Walking in lamplight snow,
my daughter's tiny hand
curls in my palm.
Working. Searching.
Shattered sleep.
Myopic attention
on apparent affection;
leaving fatigue,
pale with questions.
London day in sunlight,
my grand-daughter
trots beside me,
her small hand
wrapped in mine.
Sunlight catches a snow crystal
in the dark of night.
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