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The Almost Child
I remember exactly the spot
the place I sat
when she told me
I remember the cooling coffee
forgotten
when I was told
I remember the uncertainty
in her voice
when she told me
but
I remember how I smiled
the joy I felt
when I first knew
my almost son
Monday 12th November 2018 12:16 pm
Absalom's Rise
Were you not my watch tower, erect above the chalky cliff
Stone guardian against all, high over the rough tides of my youth?
Was yours not the bastion, planted secure on the high turf:
Whose high walls embraced us and protected?
But that was then, now I am the ascended man -
Now I do not see your turrets from my farther shore
Black waves broke on your defences, your mortar crumbl...
Sunday 10th December 2017 4:05 pm
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