Archive for June, 2019


The flags of my heart

Today they fly at half mast

Thinking of a father

Getting lost in the past

You never let me down

You never judged or hated

You stuck around

A rock to cling to in a broken home

I turn to all those memories

That time try’s to steal

Holding on to small things

Those artefacts that keep you real

You came for me in those dark spaces

Your love was never judgmental or faithless

Although you are scattered dust long dissipated

If I need you my heart knows the places

So the flags of my heart

They may fly at half mast

But the chorus of my soul is written in your image

I hope you hear it singing

Peter Anstiss
Copyright 201
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