Friday 12th August
   

Walking down

Memory Lane.

Again.

Everything

Is sparkling

And more 

Aglow.

Happiness

Fills the air.

No sense

Of urgency.

No teetering

On the edge.

Calm surrounds

With naivete

And innocence.

Memory Lane:

An escape

From the now

From reality.

  

Precious Angel

Who now lives

I’m my

Memory Lane.

Love you

Miss you

Angel son.

My memory.

xxxxxx