This is a tanka, I hope. I wanted to write something on this subject, but didn't feel like it was worth a whole poem or short story.

We have just returned from a holiday in Norfolk - and Philip seems almost well again. His cancer is no longer in evidence on the CT scan - but he has to continue with chemo for a few more months (although at a reduced dose) , and then radiation.

While we were away I realised that Philip's bushy eyebrows had disappeared, and I felt bad about it  - both about them going and about not noticiing it when it happened. He had (and hopefully will again have) thick and curly and untamed eyebrows that met in the middle and made quite a statement on his face. His brothers are similarly blessed but their wives insist on trimming them.