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Month: January 2018

The Mill Tail

Etched memories; thoughts of many moons ago,
That time I desperately held on, wouldn’t let you go.
While; ‘messing about on the river’, how apt!
A favourite haunt of ours, that’s a fact!
At the time, maybe aged eight or nine,
Ignoring the prominent, ‘Danger’, sign.
Repeatedly told, ‘that it was unsafe to do so’,
Did we heed the advice? Unfortunately, No!

Losing balance, overboard you toppled and fell,
Immediately began the experience of a living hell.
Into the rivers grotesque murky depths,
Panic ensued, followed by a ‘sixth sense’.
I plucked you safely from her grasp,
Not a second thought, no need to ask.
Wet, bedraggled, in a state of shock,
Relief at what could have been: grateful for our lot.

Breda Ware

The Message

A friendly Robin stopped by yesterday,
Chirping merrily in his own quaint way.
With a charming message to convey,
Like he does almost every day.
‘Alas no longer with you, unable to stay,
Cruelly, abruptly whisked away.
‘Know I’m with you come what may,
Each and every new born day’.

Breda Ware

I Had A Dream

I had a dream like no other,
In which you were a friend,
Not my brother.
I had a dream like no other,
In which we didn’t share the love,
Of our Sister, Father or Mother.
I had a nightmare like no other,
In which you were a friend,
Not my Brother.

Breda Ware

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