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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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Wednesday, 2 August 2023

Time, at last, to ...


Time, at last, to go through my late husband’s papers. My stepdaughter comes from Melbourne, giving moral support with practical help.


One box for what she wants,

one for things I’ll keep,

one to chuck.


Do you remember…?

Did you know…?

Were you there when…?

Wasn’t he the dearest man? 

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