Fay Slimm.

Kinship

 

Kinship.

 

Among sun-dried clifftops

we youngsters once played.

Made tree-house finds our

special hideaways.

Chased over moorlands 

to touch new lamb tails.

Explored shoreline drops

to under-sea caves. 

 

We stole carefree hours

without any guilt 

Time for shared pleasures 

only once given.

Took then daring risks  

known now as senseless.    

Changed simple kinship 

to grown indifference.