I wrote this a few days ago over the late May bank holiday, the second anniversary of Naseeb’s passing, and wanted to share it with anyone who remembers Naseeb. I know quite a few friends are wondering how I am and I never manage to put it into words properly or sometimes don’t say much at all, but I guess this gives an idea though its written at the toughest time of the year for both us parents. Its kind of written in a poetic prose-monologue style, not on purpose it’s just how it came out and then tidied up to be shared.
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Mirrors, Memories, Light
We’re having a beer at a busy square in a bohemian locality of Barcelona. This evening a crowd of young people gather together, chatting, chilling, a few playing instruments. You’re imbued with the energetic and creative vibe of the place and feel you’d love to come here maybe to stay one day.
We’re canoeing around a small lake at Gwalia farm near Machynlleth in Wales. You’re 10 years old with a face full of radiant vigour. Later you fall into the water and drench, big hassle when we’re away camping. Hey ho, since when was a drenching allowed to get in the way? Next day with that mischievous smile you’re raring to go again.
Two years have passed,
you’re still not here.
My phone is always switched on
awaiting your call, though
I know it will never come.
But what if it did?
