10 March 2013
I remember ... yes I do, A fleeting memory of me and you.
I was small ... maybe three or four, Laying across your lap, staring down to the floor.
You'd scratch my back, for what felt like hours on end; You'd try to get up, but I'd say again, again.
Dad was at our side, the fire was on, I felt so sleepy, I was almost gone.
My brothers and sister, glued to the TV, But all I remember is you and me.
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Despite everything, I miss you mum.
I Remember... • Opuss № I