The shops, the smells, the talk,
The food, the taste, the dish,
The journey; even the fish…
A glance, a breeze
A cough, a sneeze, a run, a stop,
A cloud, a crop…
Memories? don’t ask
Daren’t mention the cask
The silence, the pain, the struggles, the rain
The future drags in the passed
Not welcome; the mask
Hides the thought
That kicks in without thinking…
Everything is a reminder
New places…did we go here?
Can’t remember; December?
July? My God, has it really been a year?
Forget? Are you sane?
Forget what, the pain?
Yes, I’ll take that this instant
The rest? An insult…
New life, perfect woman,
Hard to cope with, hard to fathom,
Love’s unconditional embrace holds me again
Am I worthy? I think so, but…
For ever, as I know you shall.
Anne, now Vanessa it’s almost too much,
Perfection and then some, don’t hold back your touch
Touched by an angel, then lost in her eyes
Anyone out there more blessed than I?
Jack Stewart, August 21st, 2016. Anne passed to spirit a year tomorrow.