Remembering as I pass
That house and those grey times.
Remembering the window-sill where I sat
While dad slept.
On the window-sill, a sea urchin.
Splashes of pink and white
Like Braille- I traced the pattern.
A message I could not decode.
One waif held another.
Neither of us should have been
On the window-sill
While my father slept.