Windsor knot ties
draped over the mirror
ready to wear
Your smell of tobacco
warm and reassuring
Holding my hand
as we walked to Sunday Mass
showing me
buds on the bushes in spring
Making rhymes to the
sound of the train engine
taking us to London
Home later tired and
ready for bed
after Sunday tea of
celery, cheese, bread and
Sing Something Simple
on the radio
So fleeting and precious
was our time together
For you were taken too soon
Aged 59
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Author:
janeysilver (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2022 04:39
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