Wedding Present
It was stunningly
beautifully perfect
She placed it in the
centre of the dining table
It was regal, full of
tight budded yellow roses
My rose-bowl
My wedding present,
from my beautiful wife
That was twenty-six
years ago, now she has gone
The silver bowl, still
beautiful, but tarnished
As our promises, sits
on the back seat of my car
Tomorrow, with one
small dint
Will make it’s final
journey to the pawn brokers
30th December 2011 : Caravan
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