Aunty

September 14, 2012 at 2:55 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Today in your honour I boiled an egg
a simple act to cut through time
eating comfort with a small spoon.

It brought back the red glow of your hearth
re-instated the sound of knitting needles
and made true again the knowledge that here was
a safe place for as long as I chose to stay.

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5 Comments

  1. truthsparked said,

    September 15, 2012 at 11:24 am

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  2. Sally Wakelin said,

    September 16, 2012 at 1:14 pm

    poignant and straight to the heart . . .

    Reply

  3. Russ L said,

    September 30, 2012 at 1:18 pm

    MMMMMM! I have discovered hidden treasures here! I signed up. I look forward to reading the rest of your work. 🙂 Thanks for liking “Gold”. If only because I never would have found You, otherwise.

    Reply

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      September 30, 2012 at 1:31 pm

      Well then, thank you. I do hope you will follow me deep into this cave and will occasionally help me dig x

      Reply

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