A poem for Susan

Someone remarked
The other day
That an old friend of theirs had died
And my mind slipped back
A notch ot two
To the world of ’61

Under African skies
You were nine
Brown and frail in white cotton
A scorched and tired breeze
Shifted the feathery leaves of our tree

Being with you then
Filled my childish soul with happiness
And now?
I’m only glad we didn’t know.

A poem for Susan

Mike Paget

Liverpool, United Kingdom

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In loving memory of Susan Wall (Who died of leukemia – 1962)

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