Looking at the table to keep the memory of it living:
There being no hedge or fence round time
you can go back, have what you like
you can be the child that was
dipping at the well of remembrance
you can still feel how it felt
as though you were still small
smell the soup
watch it ladled
taste the mutton with your nostrils now
all those people are still alive
some leaning back with their eyes shut
smiling
some speaking with their mouths full
laughing
and you are sitting in your mothers lap.
obeedúid~
26/july/09
