I carried him inside myself ...

Without thinking, I piled up a few coins on the mantelpiece - 

I then remembered how my dad would do the same - 

He'd pile up the pound coins left over from Waitrose -

He'd also jingle the coins in his pockets - 

I wondered if I did the same -

When I looked in the mirror, perhaps one day I would see his face - 

My voice would become his voice -

My hands, his hands - 

I had carried him inside myself since I was born - 

19.47

Monday 15 January 2018

The Old School House 

East Stoke

Dorset