Folkstone

Today I took a walk where my Father walked,

Shared the moments as we talked and talked.

I Felt the Sun warm sweet memories

 as the smells and sounds of a long spent day roused inside my head.

Today My Father walked hand in hand with me

 as I spent the day down by the sea.

The sights that tear my aged eyes

 and flood my senses with salty smells that I remember with such clarity.

Today I shared the memory of a childhood spent

 by briny waves and gentle seaside sounds and yet,

These secret offerings of mellow ripened times

 are torn and shared like a freshly baked aromatic Bread.

Today he did not walk with me, I walked,

 but not alone, for by my side a friend walked in his sted.

 simple pleasures of being and breathing by the sea,

 easy company, as the gentle harbour tides sparkled, shadowing that knowing sea bed.