Are You Lonely Too? Poem by Chris Higginson

Remember how he scraped his knee and how I wiped it clean
I picked him up and hugged him so he wouldn’t make a scene
He was just so little then, an active little boy,
My! What a man he has become, me eldest son called Roy.

Remember, when she just turned six: her birthday party cake!
Her party dress marked from the mix of scones she tried to make!
Those pictures that my husband took, now stained in shades of grey
That all seems many years ago, those decades fade away

Gosh, Peter must be retired now, my youngest of the four
He has grandkids of his own, now was it three or more?
It’s strange how I remember them, when young and all carefree
I wonder if they’ll try this year to come and visit me?