And there
by the water tower
Jane stood
and I was thinking
of how I'd helped
my father saw the logs
for the fire and stove
and the sun was beginning
to open up
and bring more warmth
and she was standing there
and I felt a glow
of happiness fill me
and she waved
as I approached
and I waved back
and as we got near
I said she looked
a sight for poor eyes
and she smiled
not knowing
what I meant I think
but anyway
she said that her father
had asked her to help
do the flowers
in the church
as there was to be
a funeral that afternoon
so she had helped
and I asked
who had died
and she said
an old parishioner who
had been a regular
churchgoer
and we walked on
along Bug's Lane
between the hedgerows
and bird were singing
and flying overhead
or from hedge to hedge
or over fields
and she asked me
how I was and I said
better for seeing you
and she laughed
and said so was she
and I was tempted
to hold her hand
but didn't want
to be seen
as presumptuous
and so I didnt
but I did smell
the scent of flowers
on her
and it drew me
to her even more
and I said what's
the scent you're wearing
it smells nice
and she said it
was she mother's
that her father
had bought her
and her mother said
she could wear some
and so she did
and we walked on
towards the small church
a good walk away
that warm
flower smelling
sun pouring down
summery day.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
And there
by the water tower
Jane stood
and I was thinking
of how I'd helped
my father saw the logs
for the fire and stove
and the sun was beginning
to open up
and bring more warmth
and she was standing there
and I felt a glow
of happiness fill me
and she waved
as I approached
and I waved back
and as we got near
I said she looked
a sight for poor eyes
and she smiled
not knowing
what I meant I think
but anyway
she said that her father
had asked her to help
do the flowers
in the church
as there was to be
a funeral that afternoon
so she had helped
and I asked
who had died
and she said
an old parishioner who
had been a regular
churchgoer
and we walked on
along Bug's Lane
between the hedgerows
and bird were singing
and flying overhead
or from hedge to hedge
or over fields
and she asked me
how I was and I said
better for seeing you
and she laughed
and said so was she
and I was tempted
to hold her hand
but didn't want
to be seen
as presumptuous
and so I didnt
but I did smell
the scent of flowers
on her
and it drew me
to her even more
and I said what's
the scent you're wearing
it smells nice
and she said it
was she mother's
that her father
had bought her
and her mother said
she could wear some
and so she did
and we walked on
towards the small church
a good walk away
that warm
flower smelling
sun pouring down
summery day.
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