My First Year

My First Year

my first year
without you
feels kind of queasy 
like learning to walk again
does not feel so easy

my first year
a new year
but you are not here
without your hold
i will polish the silver
because I haven’t got the gold

my first year
feels different
miss the strength
that shoulder
always so easily lent

my first year
raise a glass
shed a tear
let go of the past
you are not here

James Garratt – Thursday 4th January 2001

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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