It's a bit fresh my dad said -
He leaned upon his stick - my mum bowled ahead with her sholley -
I knew the secrets of every uneven pavement -
Three men stood waiting outside The Parchment Makers - girls took sad selfies in McDonalds -
The church bells were ringing -
Sunday with my parents was just beginning -
Later there would be chops followed by New Forest Ice Cream -
Zowie my dad would say - dinner for the field gun crew -
We would sit in the lounge of memory -
My mum would fall asleep - The Mail on Sunday would slip out of her hands -
The long afternoon would fill the world -
15.00
Sunday 18 October 2015
Havant
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