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Ziggy’s Challenge by Charlie Markwick
My childhood garden, the soil in which I grew.
So much richness in my life.
And as I flail around,
The weft of grief crossing my life’s thread.
I’m thankful for the warmth of garden past.
My mother’s form is kneeling,
Squeezing secateurs to snip.
Her gift, rosebuds in the stonewalled living room.
I see my father clench his shiny spade.
His pride, the tool he hefts to sculpt the kitchen patch.
His gift, fruit and veg for each and every day.
But most of all the thrill of winter’s night
The snow imbuing dark with eerie light.
The waking and clouds of morning breath.
The strange and alien crystal pattern on the glass
Not outside this but in the room itself.
The crunch of scraping ice to view the garden snow
Beckoning my play.
Then frost cold hands that hurt as warmth returns
With stinging slaps to make my blood run bold and warm.
So much to nurture me in times of need
Each memory a lovely precious seed.
Walton House 24/04/19
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