We went searching at the weekend
To see what we could find:
Seven bags of pine cones
Twenty leather bound bibles
Perfume that smells exactly like Grandma always did
Letters from Grandad
Cream lace gloves
A life time folded up in faded sea-green boxes and tissue paper.
I went searching at the weekend
To see what I could find:
A field of yellow daffodils
Two children in wellies climbing branches
Wind that made the trees dance
Old exercise books made new with pencil scrawled stories
A sky filled with swallows as we pressed our noses amazed to the glass
Life’s moments reflected in small people’s eyes.
I went searching at the weekend
To see what I could find:
Promises tucked up on paper sheets
Your voice still singing the same lovely song
Encouragements ever newly framed so I can hear them afresh
A slight change in the exact moment when I had thought to collapse
Answers to my prayers, power in the secrets
Your presence beside me, no matter what
An barely discernible lift in my heart
Because hope is here and he has a name.
Life is not lost
Perhaps just taking a nap or two, like me.
I shall see what I can find.