Saturday, 9 March 2019
I was sorting out the attic
The rain was streaming down outside
With window in the gable end
It was the best place at home to hide
Wife was spring cleaning down below
I thought it best to disappear
Armed with bags and other stuff
She said I've not been there for years
Doesn't take long to get waylaid
In this dusty place, memories realm
Rosary beads, purses, childs shoes
Long gone relatives caught on film
How much time did I waste that day?
Open boxes telling the past
Getting tissues to quell my tears
Knowing how much time had past
"It's time for tea" my wife calls out
Sees the tears that are on my face
"I can see you are having fun"
Kisses me, says "That's no disgrace"
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