Tuesday, 10 February 2015


This time it was perfume
A drift of a scent
A memory evoked
A heartbeat skipped
I thought of you
As you were

As I glimpsed I saw
An old man turn
A stranger of course
My own Dad
Long gone, long mourned
Still missed

But you've been luckier
A new generation 
Has been born
You have watched as they thrive
Their smiles warm
Your ever shrinking life

Your life now is in the moment
And that's enough
It has to be
Memories- no one can take them
You told me recently
I smile and wish that was true 

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