I hear your voice in the morning as you call me
Beckons me to follow you home.
Where your voice lingers.
I gather trinkets that are reminders of you,
A windchime, a plant pot, a word unspoken
A feather, a seashell, a stray thought.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for Day23 of napowrimo18
The first line is loosely taken from Country Roads, a song I hear in my head often that makes me think of my mum and dad. It will be 10 years this summer since mum passed but I still gather things that she would have liked, and I still don’t know if I gather them for her or for me. Love my family. XXXX
This is also for d’Verse quadrille and the challenge word/thought was gather.
