I will always remember Great Grandad Davies And the prickle of his moustache. He was the smell of sweet tobacco and ale. He was a waistcoat And in the pocket was a watch on a brass chain. He was the tick-tock of a clock. He was pipes lined up in a rack.
Tag: Remember
Sunday has come around…
and I am already anxious about visiting my mother in the care home. Remember Me Her eyes are still the same; Time has drawn a few more lines And they take longer to light up With recognition. Oh to go back in time, When she called me by my name, Hugged me close and kissed […]
writing in north norfolk 