Every day a new memory pops in my head.
Something else that I think of, something he might have said.
Every day a new picture forms in my brain.
If he were here now, would we dance in the rain.
Every day a wonder, on what might have been.
If he were here now. The things he’d have seen.
Every day a new wonder, what would he think?
Of Covid and lockdowns and life on the brink.
Every day I sit here, hear your voice in my head.
Saying do what you think is right. I know what he`d have said.
Every day I smile, knowing what might have been.
But I know how proud you’d be at the things that you’d have seen.
See, I wrote a book about memories of us
Sharing with others what was brave, raw and rough.
I wrote a book. There lies my written word.
Immortalised forever, lessons I’ve learned.
I wrote a book, next week it is out.
Who knows who will buy it? Someone will, I’ve no doubt.
