Sarah

I hope that you will come back o Sarah dear

Our love was not quite perfect though sincere

You told me that you used to have red hair

Wild and curly fierce like Cardiff air

You like to hear my stories mostly you like poems.

You talk of Dylan Thomas,..mention rhymes

I’ll read you my own poem about my pen

You like the rhymes well hidden there again.

Sarah you have asked me where to die

The hospital is calm I quietly sighed