30th July 1995

New one written over Easter

Take me back to that little girl

With the whine in her voice

And her strong sea legs

 

Take me back to that room

When we huddled round

The old cassette player

 

To 30^th July 1995

When the waves lashed the ship

And Mum’s stomach turned

 

And none of us could decide

If the tape was playing or not

Inadvertently recording ourselves

 

I sit alone now, replaying replaying

The tape. The memory.

The family fragmented.

 

And I asked him Are we there yet?

Over and Over again

We will be he sighed

         Eventually