Remembrance

I remember being lost on holidays, Inveigled by a fair ground’s gaudy lights. Seeking comfort, I held a stranger’s hand. But you were found at last, cradling as always. I remember being walked to school, hand held. Bedridden, you let go and I walked Alone, aged five, up Wallsend High Street. A huge adventure, just going to school. I still remember the last dying days, Holding your swollen hands in hospital. Not sure if you really knew I was there. You did. Blinded but hand outstretched, waiting… All night our fingers locked… our thoughts as one. Gently you left. But I’m still holding on.