The Music of Seperation

I remembered the dew drops,
I can relate the blue handbags, the white laces,
the beautiful smiles you carried with you,
the soft hands, the flowing hair glowing & glittering in sunlight,
the last recipe you made, all with love, care & passion,
the melon fruits & cheese cakes,
the tarts, the pies and the apple strudels
all warm with fresh whipped cream
with a million smiles.
I remember the flutter of words,
the soft spoken voices,
your bold eyes,
I can relate the beads of silver and purple
that mirrored in the moon light,
those steps of grace,
wide laughter
screaming happiness during weekends,
you'd beat me handsdown on scrabble,
yet, we'd fight over scores time and again.
When its time for tea, the games get wound
and a fresh dictionary gets opened to fight for meanings,
those days, when time flew
and we would run up to sainsbury's to pick vegetables for the week
and fight over for picking the right ones,
and then with so many shopping bags, the fight continues to
who would carry less? Ofcourse it had to be you! hehe
and when I carried them back home, we would sit for supper
buying time into the stories of the past,
tommorrow was just another beginning.