Day by the sea
Memories are all we have:
Feeling happy, feeling sad,
Thinking of the distance
That separates us over time
Unless, of course, you rhyme.
Getting stuck in the eternal present
Man! that just aint pleasant. .
One high English summer day in 1984
We took our daughter, Kate,
To the Dorset coast.
The Jurassic coast
She was eighteen months young
My wife was pregnant with our second child
On this day in late summer 1984
We parked in Westminster road
Near Milford-on-sea and I carried
Kate in her carry cot down to the beach,
More or less near the sea,
Built sand castles, ate cheese sandwiches,
Drank tea from a flask, played, her and me,
And, at last, packed up,
Went home to London.
That day-by-the-sea recurs to me
In memory very often.
I will think about that
At my last.