Written after I was hosting the Open Bridges workshops in Dove House Hospice, a very uplifting experience. But it’s a personal story. The fragments that will stay until the end. It’s all true, except for the very last line…
“Shadows lengthen, future days are less, the pale light trips up the horizon as my sun continues to set.
But I’m still part of the debate. I care about our children’s future. As the green ray lights up my sky, these things I will not forget. These fragments will stay until the end, going back in time, starting now.
A picture of us. The family, the band. The difference that music made (further back) the school bullies, me and Julie laughing anyway (further back) new town – no friends, new town – no friends, new town – no friends.
Plastic snake skin boots and a feather cut, Monday evenings High Chaparral. A Zephyr parked in the driveway, mirrors like angel’s wings, like angel’s wings…carry me away, like angel’s wings carry me away…
Standing on a chair in church. Please god, I so want… a bike.
My grandma scooping me up and rushing me to hospital on the bus. A post card from my mum written in my grandpa’s hand. My baby brothers through the glass, just born. Fast asleep. Shh…
Shattered memories, future days are less, the pale light trips up the horizon, as my sun continues to set, as my sun continues to set, my sun continues to set. These fragments that will stay until the end, finishing at the beginning
I woke up on Christmas morning
And it was there!”
© 2018 Lou Duffy-Howard
With thanks to Dermot Rathbone for the title