as each day dawned
i lost you a little more
and i couldn’t bear to watch
you walk to that bright door.
so i shaded my soul
knowing the hole
you would leave in your wake …
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 …
Now, your loving heart in mine
nicked by old man time,
shall take my heart in yours
and wander through that door.
In loving memory, always treasured, Grandad aka Mac, 11.01.23
Miriam E. Miles 