Familiar as the touch of a loved one’s hand

The smell of Liver and bacon

The scent of evening roses

The taste of Chocolate

Of rich red wine

And the sound

Of voices

Known by

Cadence and Tone

Belonging, unmistaken,

To all that is uniquely bound

By memory to the personal past

That cements the Self into reality so Familiar


Copyright H.St.V.Beechey 1998