Avec un éclat son parti

It was in the year of 2014.
Around one of my registration days.

We would sit upon the sofa,
A regular affair!
Sometimes shared by one beaming youngster,
Hands and arms crossed without out a care 
From the one that frowns, whist being hugged by the other.
Fire roaring and reflecting happy times.
Watching prime time, so much in common.
Wee small hours would arrive and the hugs,
Would fade and too bed we all hopped.
The next day I would wait to enjoy the moment again
Until one day it was gone, over in a flicker.
Tears creep in when I look back, think and wish,
If only, if only yesterday was today…

© munster 2018
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