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Poetry & Prose

All the moments of life are most precious.

You may be gone!!

But I'm not sure.

Maybe it's wishful thinking! I'm not sure.

The painting you gave me is very treasures.

Just as you were and still are!

Did you notice THE earrings I wrote on Xmas Day - so beautiful?

Got them on to day, bet you didn't notice!!

I know that your are not hurting now.

But could I, could we have done more?

I'm so sorry -

Just not sure.

Bet you're suited and booted today, as you would say, "looking good, feeling good"

Remember Desiderata.

May your god be with you

I miss you

Anon.

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Our Earth

                  Sunday.
 
Up with the lark
Fried breackfast all round
HELP MUM WITH THE VEGETABLES
Then off for a walk
With my father across Tooting Bec Common
What i`d give for one of those walks today with him.
What we talked about,i`ve no idea,
But they were precious times.
We took the dog with us for a run
And my Father carried a blackthorn stick.
On autumn days,or late summer
He`d use the stick to pull down branches of bright blackberries
And we`d cram our mouths full of delicious fruit.
'Don`t eat to many or you`ll spoil your dinner,' he`d say.
We`d come home to a roast dinner
And my Mother,Father,Brother and myself would feast
Ourselves,perhaps a blackberry pie to follow.
Afternoon was Sunday School,and i would arrive home
Waving my picture,or whatever we`d made,with the teacher`s help.
Salad for tea,followed by an evening of watching television.
Sunday Night at the London Palladium,was a favourite
And also Gunlaw and Hitchcock`s half-hour,
Thus Sunday passed.

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