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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Saturday, 7 January 2023

My visiting son ...

 


This one didn't happen today, but is a recollection from a few days ago while my son was still here:


My visiting son drives me home.

‘Careful of the little boys,’ I say

as their scooters edge onto the street –

not mentioning how they remind me

of him and his little brother long ago.

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