When I was young we played cricket in your garage,
With tennis balls and a blue plastic bat.
Your boat used to hang from the ceiling inside,
I never got to sail it with you, but I'd have liked that.
You used to do water colour paintings of flowers in your garden,
Whilst I drew pictures of animals
On beige coloured paper, with bright felt pen.
I must have been five at the time,
They hung in your study when you died.
You'd cook me lunch with the radio on,
Listening to Classic F.M.,
Whilst I crawled around your legs
Collecting the pretend rubbish from the tiles in the toy skip lorry you got me.
When I was young, we collected the apples
From the grass underneath the tree in your garden before Summer.
A water feature bubbled behind us with a spout shaped like a lion's head
And a lark ascended from the rosebush to the left.
Now you're gone
Will never do
Any of that again.