Guilt edged love by Barbara-Lucy Hosken

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First on the left as you enter graveyard by open wrought-iron gate tall railings ran behind tombstone on Grandpa’s grave all visitors passed as they walked the drive to the old stone church I recall one childhood time when a friend and I were seen decorating his grave with spring flowers to bring it alive with colour showing my gilt-edged love It was Easter, graves overflowed with daffodils and tulips which we decided to share all around so not one grave would be empty grandpa was getting a beautiful bunch which my neighbour commented on I couldn’t admit to stealing them all from others which had lots just a few at a time so no-one would know my embarrassing guilt edged love

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