Folding chairs ...

We're in the Village Hall -

I'm soothed by murmuring voices -

Gentle gossip overheard -

Carefully cut slivers of coffee cake -

Folding chairs -


I think about my parents -

My mum's feathery white hair -

Kissing her hands those last days -

And how I saw my dad in a dream -

Knowing he was dead -

Yet hearing his voice -

Following him in the rainy dark -


Saturday 5 October 2019

Wareham
Dorset