Kieran
Our lovely son
One minute you were here
And then you were gone.
We tried all we could to help you stay
But you just faded away.
And your mother she did all she could,
And me, along in tow; but nothing could we do:
But face the fact of desolation row.
For decades we have lived with this
And tried the best we can,
But Kieran’s very absence
Has left me as I am.
Sunday 15th November 2015 9:15 pm
Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985
the sadness of sundays
persists
even amidst
the various
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn
and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
porcelain
hand
and who am I to resist
this child's
every imperative?
Wednesday 26th August 2015 12:25 pm
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