Thursday 28th January

.

The unremarkable

The ordinariness

The routine

The normal

.

Those moments of long ago

No real meaning then

But now

There’re all that’s left

.

Digging around

In my library of memories

Rooting in drawers

At the back of cupboards

.

I mustn’t forget

I won’t let go

I want to see clearly

Keep your legacy

.

You

My son

Sweetie pie

Gone far too soon

.

xxxxx