A Poem — Is it done Did they close the door And move on? They promised us forgiveness If we gave them room to see And swore to leave them well alone As they rummaged through our lives Whirling they arrived Spilling papers from empty trays Spreading secrets on the floor Parting curtains drawn against the…

A Haiku Bouquet — Rows of chiselled names Marking dates of birth and death Pigeons rest in peace. Solitary urns Bouquets of plastic flowers Placed to never fade. Gilded heartfelt words All in loving memory For our special one. Tokens cast in bronze Boots, boxing gloves and a cat Capturing their lives. Silence cloaks…