Turning Back Time
So many times
I made this crossing
What would I give
To go back to you
When I revisited this footbridge after many, many years, it was so overwhelming as I felt I was looking back at my past life, which in a way I was. I used to go across this bridge with my family as a child, walking our dogs. It is the way of life that we grow up and our parents pass over, but there are times when the loss of them becomes very acute, catching us unawares. This was one of those occasions, and I could barely press the shutter.
Footbridge across the River Cuckmere, East Sussex, UK.
Other poems and images can be seen at my website:
Turning Back Time
So many times
I made this crossing
What would I give
To go back to you
When I revisited this footbridge after many, many years, it was so overwhelming as I felt I was looking back at my past life, which in a way I was. I used to go across this bridge with my family as a child, walking our dogs. It is the way of life that we grow up and our parents pass over, but there are times when the loss of them becomes very acute, catching us unawares. This was one of those occasions, and I could barely press the shutter.
Footbridge across the River Cuckmere, East Sussex, UK.
Other poems and images can be seen at my website: