Another part of me has been taken
An amazing life.
Leaving me empty and lost.
I'm not sure there's enough of me left.
There are not enough memories
Not enough time spent,
-can there ever be.
The memories there are, flit and fly in and out.
The occasional smile alights on/touches my lips.
I wish I could tell him all that is in my heart.
How much I admired him.
I'm sure he knows, but it's not the same.
He was a great man
But would never had said it.
And most probably would not know;
How motivated he was,
How much he had done
How much he had lost
But still kept going
Calm and loving
He did so much for so many people
Expecting nothing in return.
I remember best...
Sailing on the lake.
Stone hot water bottles warming the sheets.
A cup of tea in bed in the morning
And a pot of bubbling porridge on the stove.
His fruit bushes, squashes and nut trees
and the best damson jam ever.
I am grateful to have known him and proud to be his