The metal doors of the lock up garages behind my parents' house were warm to the touch -
A handsome cat basked in the Sunday morning sunlight -
She looked at me with her ancient yellow eyes -
On the way to the church with my mum and dad, I heard birdsong from the rooftops -
The shutters of the shops were lifted -
The sun cast shadows upon the pavement, a lamp post, a pollarded tree -
My mum wore a light blue jacket -
Canon Tom held her hand -
Bless you he said -
09.30
Sunday 1 May 2012
West Street
Havant
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