Timeless

Joanna Davis Bulging bags, a half eaten bun Scribbled postcards penned on the run Victoria station, just two stops away From the end of another short holiday Summers over, time to return To cooking and cleaning, the list goes on and on Souvenirs a plenty; mug of a queen Galleries and gardens, no sight left unseen Last hugs and kisses, watering eyes No time for tears, or long goodbyes Days we’ll long remember, You and I Funny how quickly, the time’s flown by I’ll write you; I promise, a letter each day Until it’s your turn to come over, and stay