All Memory

i wrote this after my Gran's funeral. it has been tucked away on my facebook page for a long time

ALL MEMORY In the crowding shadow of a winter’s afternoon A gathering, not desired, Yet with all presence required, and given gladly to face down darkness’ stare. As grief will burn but fade, is as sharp As it is brief; for it holds no province against love, and memory, and time. As witness - our leaving silence entwined with playground chatter. (18th December 2012)