I wish we were in Silverdale again
The meadow full of flowers,the nettle’s sting
The boarding house,the hedges rich with song..
The sketch pad,ink, the birthday pen
I miss m
My brother’s humour and his wacky games
I miss his buoyant face, his eyes untamed
At least he’s not in prison doing time.
I liked the way he misprounced my name.
I wish we were on Windermere today
The bouncing sun,the blossoms rich display
Come back now I love you anyway
My heart was stabbed with death,you went away
I saw your shadow cycling in black rain.
May we help each other with the pain?