Thursday, 31 January 2013

smallstones 31

Clouds obscure the hills
below which we laid you
Sudden tears on my windscreen
and a faint rainbow


  1. This is really good writing - well done. It's moving to me, obviously, but I think it speaks to people who know nothing of you or me or your Dad. And that's what it's about. I'm just so sad he isn't here to read all this. He might even have joined in!

  2. It really was like that as I left Mag's this morning - there was a sudden storm and the Roundway Downs were clouded over; a moment later there was, briefly, a rainbow..
    Thanks for your encouragement; yeah, I can't really believe he has gone...