Flowers at the front…

Not every word I carve on this page has to be torn from my heart, bleeding and spotting, filling my sight with red. I can be easier on myself. I can be easier on my self.

Not every word.

I can be.
Light
Flippant
Inane
Grammatically in correct

I can be.

And then there is home.
Where the heart is
Where there is no place like
Where the memories live
Where I sleep sound.

Home.
I can be home.
Home.

Taken there.
To Derrydown.
Or back to home town.

Standing outside old pubs
I drink.
Visiting my girlfriend’s houses
I remember.
Places where I used to work
I laugh.

Some of it different
Most of it the same.
I laugh.

Time travel.
Without travel.

Whoosh!
Standing besides my grandmother’s grave.
Whoosh!
Listening outside the forge to Grandad’s hammer.
Bang – bang – bang – bump – bumppp
Gone.

Whoosh!
Fleetwood.
Close to sea
A house outside.
Feelings inside.

A home.
Your own.
Such freedom

Such freedom.

Be happy.
With flowers at the front.

Flowers at the front.