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.

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