The Eggcup

Forgotten like a breeze passing through a town

Confused as you would be moving to a new life 

Stuck in his mind, the eggcup...

Lost in a maze with only blocked ends

Does he remember his own daughter? My mum?

Hazel brown…

Murmuring meaningless words

Sitting and staring blankly into nothingness

Golden Oak, Bass Wood

His world is like one big fantasy

Only his dreams are real now

Curved....

Trapped in a cage that is closing in every second

His mind has cracked leaving only traces of dusty shell

Young eyes can read the camouflaged message on the back 

MIRANDA & PHILLIPHA

2003

GRANDAD