Cherished garden tools were arranged against the wall, a rake, a fork, a spade -
My mum had watched me working in the garden -
Sitting in her chair, half asleep, half awake, her thoughts had been like gentle birds -
They were carried by the wind to brighter gardens -
There, she walked with a precious sister - a beloved teacher held her hand -
17.25
Sunday 29 May 2016
Havant
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