(For Stephen)
Scraped knees
And crew cuts,
Trike wheels wobbling
along tractor ruts.
Down, down, down
the path we tore.
You were my chief
And I your squaw.
Shared mischief
And gumboots,
Sandpit digging
In our Sunday suits.
Up, up, up
A mountain grew.
You were my foreman
And I your crew.
A loose tooth,
And foot race,
Brothers finding
Our secret place.
Quick, quick, quick
We sped uphill.
You were my Jack
And I your Jill.
Paddling pools
And Jellytips,
Dive bomb sinking
Our battleships.
Wet, wet, wet
Till we turned blue.
You were my cousin
And I yours too.
With love
Angela
*In loving memory of my cousin Stephen, a childhood shared, forever in my heart.
4 comments:
I need more tissues. Sublime words Angela, reflecting beautiful, timeless memories. Cherish. Condolences to you and your family.
I wrote this today, Dimity. It helped me cope with what was happening. Thank you.
Fond memories - so joyous, so sad.
Thinking of you.
Thank you, Peter. Words are healing.
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