I haven’t been to the cemetery in a good long while. Not that I haven’t been keeping fit, I was playing football 4 times a week. I’ve blogged with Anna Letitia ( see earlier blogs!) many times but they’ve always been rather introspective when writing there. Nows the time to look outward rather than inward, I can’t possibly do any more soul searching. No more questions of what did I do wrong? What could I have done differently? Why am I still here? Time to accept what happened and move on, concentrate on my children and friends.
Isn’t the weather mad! I step out this morning and it’s freezing so wrap up in my leather jacket, hat and shamaq . I’m now drenched in sweat and the sun is out and all is well. Of course I end up in the cemetery but there’s a different feeling here, like I’ve travelled up that steep and rocky road, traversed the deep swamps and although still covered in weeds and flotsam, I’m out the other side. Still lots to do I know but I’m optimistic about my future. I wrote this as I stopped for a coffee today….
Bundled up against the cold
Leaning into the wind
Like a storm stunted oak
I watch them walk by
Each and everyone
Wrapped up in their own moments
Watching not where they tread
But intent on the final destination
The old couple stops to watch
Holding hands
The bright window display
Reflecting hard against the slabs
They laugh and smile
At each other
As if they were still children
Caught in time
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