Memories, Numbers and A Whole Heap of Love
Twelve years without you
feels more like a lifetime ..
You would
have been ninety two on
the eighth of June this year ..
And I hurt as much today
as I ever did
back then, when you left us
on that most
dreadful, twenty first day
of the very same month
two thousand and twelve ..
Now we have
nothing, but numbers
to remember you by and our
own cherished memories,
plus maybe, a handful or two
of mostly
black and white photographs ..
A hole in each
of our broken hearts
and a whole heap of love still ..