From the collection All my dears (2019)

We go north again for the winter;
I drive with tired eyes,
Past field, forest and lake,
Hoping not to wake her,
Sleeping, in the backseat.

And when we arrive, 
She’ll huff, sigh and cry
For mutti, in my arms;
I kiss you and then her too—
She laughs softly; we gaze seaward.