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