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Red Rose Memory
13:52 Jan 10 2010
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As I dusted I’d taken two minutes out, to wind up and play the musical box, that is the rose in a Perspex box which Dad had given her for their twenty-fifth Anniversary, that plays the tune from ‘Love Story’, thinking of her with a smile

and a tear as I had done so.

And as it wound down, I finished what I’d been doing a sat down awhile, with a myriad whirling thoughts in my head as I sat on the side of my bed and wrote of it all, with metaphorical pen and paper as made by Dell and thoughts of my Mum and her sweet treasured memories.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
01:01 Jan 12 2010

so lovely..... she says with a tear in the corner of her eye

RaineyLustfulBites
03:01 Feb 02 2010

*hugs*words at times dont help but an action will

My old New Years Eves …
01:17 Jan 01 2010
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Each New Years Eve my Father would go to bed early, leaving Mum and I sitting up, waiting; waiting to see the New Year in together; and, she’d open the welsh dresser to get us a sherry, or I’d pour myself a whiskey, if I had it in the house and we’d sit, huddling near to the gas-fire; and, so we’d either watch the Hogmanay show, or maybe even Jools Hollands Hootenanny, till about ten to twelve, when we would watch the fireworks on television, with our drink and often a chocolate or two, as the countdown to the New Year began, before she’d sneak behind the heavy living-room drapes and watch the explosion of colour that were the fireworks that went off, over the river, or sometimes nearer by. And, with every whoosh and bang, my Beautiful Little Mother, would exclaim with pleasure at all that she saw and heard, until the time between each noise had diminished; and then at about twenty past the hour, she’d wash the glasses and give me a kiss, before retiring to bed herself. Such were my old New Years Eves.

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