Webs of hair ...

Anne took my mum and dad to the day centre this morning -

We would be staying in their house overnight -

Aunts in wedding photographs would watch over us whilst we slept - 

In her dreams, my mum would dance with the handsome captain - 

My dad would see a fragrant shore - 

When I hovered the carpets, I would gather up fine webs of hair - 

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Tuesday 31 May 2016

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