that bright door

as each day dawned

i lost you a little more

and i couldn’t bear to watch

you walk to that bright door.

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so i shaded my soul

knowing the hole

you would leave in your wake …

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but now it’s too late

to quash the tick of time

to reminisce, rewind.

if only I’d realised

the time just to abide

were minutes not hours –

no whiling away more hours –

that your laughter and light

would dwindle with the night …

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Now, your loving heart in mine

nicked by old man time,

shall take my heart in yours

and wander through that door.

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In loving memory, always treasured, Grandad aka Mac, 11.01.23