Oft I think
Thoust still ponders our love
Thin for such dreams
Of
Largeness so foolhardy
Back then

Cryeth not my girl
We shot to our moon and fame
Unaided

And landed awkwardly

Lacking sense of old
We travelled
A vortex of youthful nonsense
All for our Adonis

Craig Paul

You were one brave girl
I have never forgotten
The gift of a son