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Laugharne Castle

Laugharne Castle

What awesome stories could be told
Of knights in armour, riding bold
Defending maids in days of old
And marching on to glory

In battles fought and battles won
As armour shone in summer sun
The knightly steed would yield to none
Despite the great furore

But now the castle’s falling down
No kingly head to wear the crown
All memory is just a frown
As children learn the story

Students of literature may recognise Laugharne Castle. On the other side of the castle is Dylan Thomas’ boathouse where he wrote much of his work, including, I believe, his play, Under Milk Wood.

Wish You Were Here

Reeds

So long you’ve been gone

It seems like just yesterday

When will my heart heal?

Oh how I wish you were here

To be together again

I wrote this eight years ago, eight months after my wife of forty two years passed away. I still think about her, and miss her, every day.

Grief isn’t something that goes away. It’s something you learn to live with. It’s a constant companion. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I used to worry that I was still grieving. But the gap created in your life with the passing of a dear loved one cannot be filled. It’s always there. You just learn to negotiate it.

And when the grief suddenly flares up, as it will, now and then, that’s okay too. The sudden memory, finding an old photo, a useless trinket obtained together when love made you silly, the wish that they were here. They all evoke memories that can bring tears. Let them flow. There’s nothing wrong with that.

It’s just proof that love is forever.