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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