Dancing on the table

Today I laid wreaths for both of you

But couldn’t feel your presence

Not like at Howard’s funeral 

Where you unexpectedly held my hand. 

Then tonight I saw an restaurant on TV.

It wasn’t far south of Derby

And I thought I could take you there

But then realised it’s too late.

So I remember Hatton Hall, Chatsworth, 

How you loved the South bank. 

The great afternoon tea and awful 

Christmas at Crewe hall. 

Birthdays at the Ramblers 

you phoning me on New Year’s Day 

To say you’d been dancing on the table

In the Red Cow on New Year’s Eve. 

LM Collis Dec 2019