thankyou for the prompt, the questions.
some times there is no answer, no words to describe.
yesterday i went alone to hold those feelings private
there was joy in the small things
chips from the shop the first for two years
ate in the sun under the particular trees
the absence of red soap and the joy of seeing the garden again, the galvanised cold frames
and wondering why only eight of her children were carved in the church recess when she bore ten
yet I tell you this
it were a lovely day with new surprises
and confirmation that I never wish to win