The re-membered


Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand

taken by the high tide drifting away

but at low ebb glitter on the lonely strand.


Speak to my memory as seen in a child`s eye

when my mother was young and danced

had laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes.


Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams

when life was lovely, and summers were long,

hold on to your vision of yore until your life ends.


Speak to me a memory of your time as a seaman

when life was often sad, but books made you sane

in every port a letter from your mother.



◄ chicken and fado

the burning ►


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keith jeffries

Mon 11th Mar 2019 09:58


special memories re told.

Thank you for this


<Deleted User> (19913)

Mon 11th Mar 2019 09:24

Jan, this gave me goosebumps. Really beautiful. One I will come back to...

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