Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
The windows are grimy: I think of you
And they’re translucent suddenly
The day is grey but with a few...
All wrapped up in the duvet
One small face smugly appears
Eyes closed. Charming. I’ll obey...
