March 2016


You led a busy week: your diary tells us you tidied up on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday and Friday – in fact every day, every week, every year – and often you did the washing or had the Hoover out…

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Waving from a distance

Now I see you waving from a distance your vivid colours lit by occasional sun I remember when you walked with me past the thin cathedral and among fading tombstones You touched me then: I thought we would get closer…

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