Mum, I’d like to come and

sit in your kitchen at the formica table

drink coffee, eat chocolate biscuits

in the warm

I’ve so much to tell you

we’d laugh about everything

forget me knots in the garden

the apple tree would be in blossom

 

Dad, I’d like to visit you today

see what you’ve been up to

we’d go to your workshop

I’d sit on your paint splattered chair

and watch you making something

as sawdust piled up on the floor

 

Murray, I’d like to tell you how it’s been

since you went away

what would you make of it all

how my life has changed

I need you to walk the cliff path with me again

I get lost when I’m out there on my own

 

and as sit and think all this,

I realise that all the people

that I want to see today are gone