Wearing my new suit is like wearing air ...

One day dark cars will carry away those I love - 

Before that day, I gaze at their poignant memorabilia - 

There's my granny's first communion certificate - 

There's my dad's birth certificate - 

It's like making a suit of clothes from cobwebs - 

I trace names written in copperplate with my fingers - 

Wearing my new suit is like wearing air - 

16.00

Monday 4 September 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset