Like new

Posted on January 14, 2015 | 2 Comments

howard

This is the broken day

Spoken so soft

Like new snow

Aching our goodbyes

Knowing the last laugh

Is with You.

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2 responses to “Like new”

  1. catwomanisrael | January 21, 2015 at 3:23 pm | Reply

    Is this your new home? It looks lovely. I do love English gardens!

  2. Lucy Robinson | January 21, 2015 at 8:30 pm | Reply

    Hi – this is the garden of one of my uncles, and it is in Wales. The poem is in memory of another uncle, Howard, who just passed away after a long and very brave battle with cancer. It was taken at a family reunion about 5 years ago.

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