David Chadwick

A poem for June 2015

 

Across the Years  

 

Flowers in a vase placed in the corner

Catch her eye and stir a memory

At a distance you can’t tell they’re plastic

And anyway, it’s not those flowers she sees

Blue, always her favourites, in a bouquet

A smile of recognition on her face

Across the room, across the years, she reaches out

And holds them in another time and place