Sunday, May 24, 2009

The bigger shoe.

Beautiful View
At the top of Arthur’s Seat
With her long flowing hair And colourful dress
She is complete.
I take a photo of her
So it isn’t all a blur. She leans back
And the wind takes her hair anywhere.
For her to be with me,
It is nice to be.

This poem is about Owen’s late wife, Annie.
They were married for 11 years.

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