He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He....
I have been remembering you
More often these days.
The warmth of your
Gentle hand-shake.
Your mild-mannerdness,
Integrity and the wide respect
You enjoyed.
Your quiet presence
In our home kitchen.
Watching you in your vest
With mirror, brush and razor,
Shaving in the early morning scullery.
Mountains of toast
And porridge for seven mouths.
But this, mostly.
You placing my picture
Twice in the Coleraine Chronicle.
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