All over the floor

2nd October 2023

 

All Over the Floor

All over the floor,

From one side of the room 

to the other, 

strewn haphazardly,

lay little mounds of clothes.

She sits in the midst,

her hand reaches for  

a purple jumper,

a tear falls 

and she breathes out 

a slow sigh.

As she always does, 

with black bags that 

are  left on her doorstep,

she tips  them out, 

all over the floor. 

It's something she always 

gets excited about. 

What will she find

among the many clothes, the odd assortment of brick o back,

 the varied collection of books.?

Always something she needs, 

for the children,  the house. 

And  always, the unexpected 

treasure.

This time its no different

nearly Christmas,  it is, yes. 

What does she find?

She finds shoes, 

burgandy coloured,  patent shoes.

Holding them close, she contemplates her reflection

And remembers at time , long ago,

dancing in shoes just like these,

being swirled around the dancefloor, 

laughing with him.

She loved those shoes, 

she loved him, she still does.

As she ponders, she delicately

 wraps her new treasure in tissue

and places them, with love in their box.

She wear them to the Christmas Dance.

A present for him.

This post is dated 1 year before the date of  Peter's funeral. Something struck me about it today. It seems like another life to me, the time i used to write so happily on my blog.