
We huddled side by side,
Looking out across the pier,
The wind was bracing so
We pulled our jackets close,
You clipping paper to the easel,
I, putting down the pencil marks;
I drew the shapes, you added colour
With your rainbow paint boxopen wide
We’d capture green and luscious gardens,
Brightly shaded seaside days
And stormy ones like now.
I hoped that I could hang on to
That moment as we laughed beneath the brolly,
The speckled paper, peppered with the rain,
Now hangs on my wall, above the fire,
A sad remembrance of what once was you.
Margot Kinberg
This is so poignant, Rachel! And you capture so well how even small things bring back powerful memories.
Greg Dennison
🙁
biglittleus
Beautiful
patientandkindlove
Thank you x