Birthday
They were walking hand in hand
On the path
Through the mint green flowers
They were walking hand in hand
On the path
Through the meadow gold buttercups
They were walking hand in hand
On the path
Through the ragged blue thistles
They were photographed with their grandfather
As they walked towards the stones
Where the dairy was once kept cool
Landing in Berkshire
The beer table was uneven
And my soft drink
Landed in your lap
I did not see this happen
As I was flying with Harry
High above the downs
As soon as we landed
Willa told me of your misfortune
And I offered you my flying jacket
Which you declined
Near the end of the runway
On the grassy bank
Ada and Lily were chasing the bubbles
Of their late August day