Our daughter Eleanor died on 21st April of this year.
Having completed my physical exercise
For today, I sit and think of what needs doing
For our holiday next week in Ballachulish
Knowing you’ll help as usual screwing
The luggage box to the car roof. There’ll be some laughs
About my inability to put the washers right
Way up. My stuff’ll go up there while your case
Will go in the boot with mum’s. A few bright
Days will mean we can climb Beinn a Vair
By the ridge and maybe another mountain
If you’re fit. I wonder if your gear is good?
I’ve checked the routes at the fountain
Of all knowledge, Google Earth. The eating places
Are short on veggie choice, you’ll be enraged,
You’ll be… we’ll be….ah, what are these hot tears
Run down my nose and fall upon the page?