Passing Teignmouth

By gletherby

Sat, 02 Dec 2017
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Passing Teignmouth,

Remembering a love.

 

Passing Teignmouth,

As I travel home.

More than two and a half hours away still,

But. ‘Nearly there’, I think.

Always, at this point of the journey.

 

Passing Teignmouth,

The weak winter snow on the water warming my journey.

And my mood,

Consumed with a rush of bitter sweet memories.

Of sickness and laughter, of happiness and fear.

 

Passing Teignmouth,

Remembering my love. 

Certificate PG
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Cilla Shiels on

Arhh Gayle, so sweet and says so much X

Cilla Shiels

Submitted by gletherby on

Thanks Cilla - sometimes the journey is tough xx