I remember you taking
me to the pub
I remember eating crisps
outside with my coke
Whilst you sat inside
laughing at someone’s joke
I remember how magical
it seemed
This place of merriment
and laughter
Where you always were
Morning, noon and after
I remember you would
take me to the countryside
A place I found a bore
Making me take pictures
This was quite a chore
Now I appreciate it all those hectares
I remember your fondness for food
How you’d devour all laid down
Yet my portion was small
as I’d look and frown
I even remember falling in
the river with ducks fearing I would drown
I remember your laugh and also
your sternness and strength
The slap across my legs if I
behaved bad which I rarely did
The trips you took me on by
the beach, to cities which I miss
I remember so much more
but it’s you I wish were here
For better memories I’d wished to make
but too late as I feared
Now though I dream for you
New memories I shall make with you still so near
Published by
Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
View all posts by Darren Greenidge