I remember the conkers

shiny and new

I remember the net for tadpoles

I remember the bees in the jam jar

The nature table at school

Most of all I remember you.


These last days in this beloved house

Are sadly slipping by

Underneath an ochre coloured November sky

The tree outside the window will soon be bare

When in spring it blooms again

Strangers will be here.


At eight on the dot

They pass my window

As I breakfast

Their dog on a lead.

As I finish my tea

He returns with the dog


I conclude man and dog

Have walked her to the bus stop.

To be loved

What a feeling that must be.