Remembering Stories

Sitting here on a jetty the waves lapping around my ankles Smiling, as I think of you.Remembering the moments that we shared and how you saved me when I was having dark and scary thoughts. You showed me a softer side of yourselfa part you keep hiddenwhilst you held me tightly in your armswhispering kind and caring words, making me feel safe. Now you face your own demons and I want to be there,to talk, listen or just hold...

The Carpet Train Oh how I miss my Daughters and Me, playing in the garden, the cemetery or sea. The colouring in, the chalk on the path, their friends staying over, or games in the bath. What is it really, I'm trying to say? I wish they'd both visit or maybe even stay. I want to sit down and put them on my knee, but that would be weird, cos one’s now Twenty Three. The other’s Twenty One and ready to fly, a London Town Uni...

Being older doesn’t make me any less a kid still holding what was precious then, though now they’re tarnished and I must confess dulled by these aging hands and yet, again and again I hold those ideals to the light— sometimes the sun, sometimes the turning moon-- looking for that sparkle, that radiant sight, and again I want the warmth of noon, the sweetness of the air, the tender breeze of dreaming what could be, so full...

What’s fractured can’t be fixed. The dish that has fallenand lays shattered,if not picked up carefully,has dangerous edges that can hurtmore than the loss.The cup with its chipped rimwill never be the same to lipsthat loved to sip from it.That spot will always be a placeto be avoidedlike words better left unsaid.And bones, once broken,the leg, the foot, the arm, the thumbmay heal, perhapsbut always know the achethat dampn...

The Cuet Set. This winter afternoon my grandson, Rowan, asked to play with my salt and pepper cruet in the form of two people arms open to be hugged. Yes I said but be careful don’t bash them together And I will sit with you whilst you play. I was struck by the memory of staying with an aunt who told me not to touch the china salt sellers. When did I become my Aunt