Sepia Love (photo of my grandparents)

There are decades of love ahead of them
as they stroll down the promenade
side by side, her sepia smile
turning to him, speaks of love
while his jaunty hat set upon a dark head,
casts a shadow over a face that hides
past unspoken anguish.
But his guiding hand has an eternal hold
upon her arm that has steered them both
through sixty plus years, past war,
hard work and retirement
till death sliced through her
heart.


A Mother's Secret Art.

Pink white blossoms bend
over a lane that leads to a
cottage of thatch from where
smoke curls up into an
ocean blue sky.
Sunlight shines
upon verdant hills
speckled with sheep but
when her brush dries,
she returns to another place
where bleak crofts cling onto
rough terrain that cowers
beneath dark jagged
rocks.