Replay

(I am blessed to be able to meet regularly with a group of old junior school friends. Now in our mid-seventies having gone our separate ways in our teens, we are re-learning each others stories, triumphs and disasters)

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each month we learn

more from one another,

fragments of our own

personal histories

laid bare freely as if

through exorcism, at

this old place we once

prayed in as children,

as we swim in this warm

bathtub of memories 

a revelatory, astonished

‘I don’t remember that’ 

will cut the air and thus 

another stitch is woven

to our tapestry of youth,

winsome smiles become 

inquisitive frowns as we

understand each other’s 

pasts more clearly,

this bond is special, 

we know we are lucky

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© Graham R Sherwood 05/26