Mary Ridge

A Poem by Bee

~somethings stick with you~

Daisies and lukewarm blackcurrant cordial,
Wrinkled hands clasped mine in pride, as I present you with wildflowers Id picked from outside.
Wasps on your windowsill framed what I saw as a simple time.
I didnt need to know you to feel your love.

Foxgloves and marble stones,
I was 6 years old when I stood by your grave.
Vivid memories that come back to me today, it was then that I realised what family is made of; Backbone and Care.
We all carry eachother with us, one heart has a thousand reflections.
I didn't need to know you to love you.
I didn't need to know you to feel your love.