Monday, 11 April 2016

"You're my gardener" she said ...



It's my birthday today - 

I'm listening to Chopin preludes - 

My mum wrote I love you always in her birthday card - 

She finds it difficult to write now - 

The words are gone when they're needed - 

I remember when I pruned a rowan tree for her in the garden at Palmyra Road - 

I was wearing short trousers and I cut my knees - 

My dad was away from home, standing on the deck of a grey ship - 

When I came back inside the house, my mum hugged me and said well done - 

You're my gardener she said - 


16.00
Monday 11 April 2016

The Old School House
East Stoke 
Dorset 




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