Our Friend David

An empty chair at the table today.
An empty coffee cup.
An empty rice pudding bowl,
No more washing up.

No more Hitchin on the bus,
This will have to be ‘Another Time’.
No more Dougal on the round-a-bout.
This will take us ‘A Long Time’.

Penny, Riding, ‘Mashed Potato’,
These are the things that are missed.
Throwing chains over the hedge,
And you blowing us a kiss.

Football in the garden,
Friday night dancing,
Fond memories of you we’ll keep,
In our hearts,
Never, ever passing.

By Jonathon Stratton.

 

 

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