To Phil

by Veronica Maguire

A jar
Of dusty harvest air
Of caterpillars –
nothing we can keep
A photograph
Of you
Forever smiling
Your innocent smile;
And us, holding hands
Fifty years on
Talking as we walk through
Swing park, playground,
The lane.
Our feet tired and heavy -
Lost the carefree, breezy
Days in dens, secret worlds
Now resigned to TV quiz shows
And microwave lunch –
But we have never forgotten
The magic of
Caterpillars in a jar.
To Phil