My father and mother in front, us boys behind.
It was the most wonderfully frightening experience for us back then.
When asked it was always the way we wanted to go.
Not the usual way down the brightly lit carriageway, but 
through the village then, a turn to the right
down the 'ghosty' way on our way back home.

Dimming the car lights
The horror show could begin.
The white blanketed road...

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Standing outside her house
staring at the water-starved fuchsia 
on her dusty window sill
still clinging onto life with blood-coloured blooms

Until a few weeks ago
she lived here
surrounded by her few possessions
haunted by the memories
of her children
who no longer inhabit this earth.

Her body is frail
and she can no longer live here
My sadness as I look upon her life
is compou...

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Scraping the bottom of the barrel  

I found fragments of a past life 

Remained forgotten for long years 

Cast along the wayside  

Of memory's lane. 

Branches of a time displaced. 

Misplaced and left to fade away 

Vague memories of my past 

Or of a past that is now detached 

From my spirit. 

Did I really live that life? 

Or are these souvenirs from a past not m...

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