The unremarkable


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



My son

Sweetie pie

Gone far too soon



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