A Faded Memory

A trickster of light.
The bends and curves the ups and downs
Hold the only memory I have of the man who once was.

A serviette ring meant to hold a cloth yet holds my only recollection
of the man that once was.

On the front of the ring E.M.B the initials of the man who once was
along with a diamond. The diamond there because of the luck, the
pure chance that on the same day happiness was brought into the
world and the happiness of two people together was celebrated.

A scorching summer’s day. Drifting in and out of sleep. Glancing up
every so often. Seeing the adults chat was my entertainment as I
slowly sank into the plush green sofa. E.M.B was sitting at that table.
My Great Grandad. Then I was out. My last faded memory of the
man who once was.