Written after watching a repeat of a TV show, 'Butterflies'.
It was a sit-com.
We were going through a divorce at the time.
A show my second wife and I used to enjoy.
She is dead now. This is in memory of her.
Only her and I would know what I'm saying.
You can put your own slant to it.


I remember, I remember, washing machines, like Quatermass.
I remember, I remember, Yorkshire pudding, near breaking glass.
I remember, I remember, salad laid on warm white skin.
I remember, I remember, marble clock, thrown in the bin.
I remember, I remember, turkey stuffing Christmas eve.
I remember, oh how I remember, when first we practised to deceive
What a crazy game we started; and because of it we parted.
But I remember, I remember, far more times that were good; not bad.
I remember, I remember, watching 'Butterflies'.
So sad.