Waiting outside the church ...

I walked with my mum and dad to St Faiths this morning - 

They were both walking with their sticks - 

I kept a close eye upon my dad - recently he'd had a few falls - 

A fine drizzly rain blew against our faces - 

My dad had turned down the offer of a lift - 

As I walked side by side with my mum, I turned to look back at my dad - 

Don't look at me he said - 

I waited for them whilst they were in the church - 

I looked with yearning at Cafe Nero across the road - 

I stole inside the church - there they were, my parents, carrying my childhood in their worn hands - 

11.35

Sunday May 3 2015

Outside St Faiths Church

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