It was Anne's idea - they're not going to church she said - they'll get restless -
My dad said he preferred Canon Brown to the new vicar -
When I went round to see him he told us - Canon Brown always offered me a glass -
My mum sat in the front passenger seat of the Golf -
I drove as if she were made of sparrows' bones -
In the park, we watched children playing cricket -
My mum's eyes shone -
Look at them she said - the little ones -
We sat under the trees - I held her hand -
Birds sang -
The bright sun moved across the sky -
11.30
Sunday 19 July 2015
Havant
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