A fallen leaf...
I took this photo the last time I spoke to Dad in October 2021. He was ill but we had a lovely hour or so. He talked of his time and pride of his career as a prison officer at Mountjoy in Dublin and then he hummed Raglan Road. I can't speak to him anymore and that's a very obvious fact about death but it never fails to frustrate me. Regardless of whom I've lost or however long ago grief get's you like that. I love the peace in this picture, when I stood just outside his door to take it, that's all there was. Just peace.
I walked down a London park path,
I saw a massive bunch of early snowdrops,
Really rare ones,
I was filled to the gills with plant geek joy,
Joy so big!
I just had to snap it in two and share it!
"I'll call him"
I know his number of by heart
then I remembered.
He's not available o speak right now
not on the phone.