How should we remember those we’ve lost
The husband, the miscarried child, the dreams
The date they died, or where we loved them first?
The place in time, the lists we make, the ghost
Or should we reimagine much loved scenes
Should we cling to memories of the lost?
Who is it that we shall miss the most
The husband or the children unrevealed
The date they disappeared, the last, the first
I do not laugh or cry when all alone
Emotions have no message,nothing mean
When noone knows or shares the space between
While I live, my body and my bones
Prefer the sensuous scents of ripe cornfields
The place he slept, his tenderness ,his arms
I still feel the grief from child stillborn
The Saxon cliffs of Kent,with smoke adorned
How should we remember husbands gone
When they leave no child and all is done?
This photograph is copyright to P.Limbrey 2018
Why did the cow chew the could?
What cud we have for tea?
He said he’d come if he cud but he’s working the late shift
Cud you call the manager,please?
I wood if I cud
You can be persecuted for dumping rubbish or giving tips to flies.By order.
Are the Christians expecting to be prosecuted for not being Hindhu?
Strange how all the Abrahamic religions are violent compaired to other ones
Children,pare off for the dancing lesson
He almost paired my skin off.
Do not pare off for sexual or romantic love under sixteen yares.
Your smart watch is really watching you!