Poem: When We Woke Up To Find Out We’d Been Burgled

the first relief was that our toddler son hadn’t heard any noise, hadn’t walked down the hall, hadn’t known it had happened.

They’d broken in while we slept, taken phones and computers, iPods and wallets – all our cards, some loose change and they’d scattered a tin of guitar picks about the place.

(The tiny tin would later be dusted for prints – they’d ob…