We walked with Jimmy between tilting headstones -
Somewhere here lay one of my dear dead -
The memory of a gentle smile -
A keen gaze that never minded my foolishness -
Afternoons in the small house -
Aunts, laughing, with their bargains from the market in Charlotte Street -
An uncle with jet black hair -
Walking with Jimmy -
Soft rain falling from the darkening sky -
Tuesday 18 December
Southsea
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