An Album of Memories

Candlelit, a warm glow against darkened faces
There’s light in the pages pried from dust,
forgotten memories.
Who’s that with grandpa?

A smile temps her cheek,
Remember petrol infused bench seats?
And alcohol washed whiskers?
She fastens her lips.
A racing stub in the belly of the holden,

arm around his grandson on game day

Bittersweet tears of time lost,
Another page, a new bike.
A child’s smile sneaks onto her cheek.

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He was there,
charcoal steaks at Christmas
and backyard cricket.

He built this house and repaired this family
Let cancer have the rest, I’ll take the best.

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