My brother hits ‘Love’
on my facebook post of boats.
We’ve not lost our taste
for messing about in them
as in our teens,
with Mum along too,
and our good stepfather
making it all happen.
(Though in our teens it wasn't sailboats but a little motorised runabaout.)
Looking for something to share with Poets and Storytellers United at
Friday Writings #68: Light as a Feather, I settle on this.
