Your sort of day. We walked to the field beyond the gate, down the slope and back again. Clumps of snowdrops everywhere.
And I imagined you were there.
The way you were when I was young. The age of my son and the years beyond. On days like this we would have walked.
My girl wide eyed. Open fields and open skies. And my boy - grown beyond the one you know.
We talked of you on the way back home.
Of early spring. Snowdrops, crocus, daffodils. I told my son you loved these things.
And we said goodbye - to winter light and winter skies. Blinked at sun through narrowed eyes.
Whilst all around us light - stood right here you see for miles.
So for you. The top of the field and our view. Winters end and spring anew... x
Today I'm linking up to One Week
Did you write this Helen it's amazing!
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Thanks Stephen. Yes all my own work. I even managed to take the picture... See you Monday :)
Deletethat's just stunning, you have real talent. It's gentle and inviting for the present day but tinged with sadness from the past. lovely words. x
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! What a lovely thing to say. You've made my day x
DeleteLovely, lovely words that brought that photo alive. A very gentle and eloquent remembrance of someone obviously important to you. X.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much - it's about my Gran x
ReplyDeleteShe would just love it that you were thinking of her and sharing your experience with her. I hope that somehow she does. Very touching.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way of remembering your Gran. Beautiful post and photo.
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ReplyDeleteI love your writing. You have the exact words to make me imagine everything you are seeing. Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your lovely comment x
DeleteYour words are always so beautiful Helen, they really do touch the very soul. I have also only just seen that you display the P4T badge (I normally view on my mobile!) - thank you so VERY much :) xx
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Really enjoying participating in P4T and looking forward to this weeks mothers day special. Was looking out photos for it today :) x
DeleteYou are quite a poet, it is absolutely fantastic, hauntingly beautiful. I love it and a lovely piece of writing to end winter and think of spring.
ReplyDeleteThank you Nichola for such a lovely comment!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing x
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DeleteWhat a quietly beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind comment x
DeleteBeautiful, bitter sweet. I wouldn't have thought it was about loss, but not your gran until I read the comments. Lovely words and memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you, your comment made me go back and re-read and I see what you mean. Grans been gone a year soon and some days I just miss her very much x
DeleteThese words are so packed with emotion Helen and beautifully crafted. It really left me wondering who you were talking about but with a vivid image in my head of memories. Just lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Suzanne x
DeleteThis is breathtakingly beautiful. Sat here with my hairs on end. You need to be published and pronto. Wow.
ReplyDeleteJust seen that you have been published above. Fantastic. Lovely to have found your blog!
ReplyDeleteThank you your comment has made my day! I contributed to a lovely book alongside some fabulous writers but I'm not published in my own right. I'm making that the 5 (or maybe 15) year plan! x
DeleteSuch a beautiful writing style, it made me miss my own Grandmother who is getting frail in old age, how I wish I lived around the corner...
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful piece :0) Glad that I found you via the Brit Mums Carnival this month.
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DeleteA beautifully moving poem. I feel your loss, and your love. Thank you for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning!
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