Under the clock that ticks with time.
Sits an empty frame on the wall.
A little dust in the sunlight.
Low bass tone of the cattle call.

Sitting there brought back memories.
Like a built in cinema for my mind.
The children were so young then.
Ice cream along Bray seafront
The best you could ever find.

Tic toc, another moment passes
With the passing sound of a car.
I’m aware again of the frame.
Memories now that seem so far

My blessed dear I miss you
When you go back into that frame.
But not before I kiss you
and gently say your name.