A dark window opened ...

For a while this afternoon, making the fire, things seemed to be as they always were - 

I picked up pine cones in the garden - 

I watched Anne sip a Marmite bouillon - 

Then, as though a dark window had opened, I gazed upon a sorrowful memory - 

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I saw again the room where my dad had been taken -  

He was washed by strangers, then left alone in a narrow bed - 

He had held out his hands, three times, wanting to be taken home - 

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Saturday 13 January 2018

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset