The swifts swoop and dive
I see them and I think of you
Because had we believed in reincarnation
And why shouldn’t we?
You would come back as a swift
The perennial swift
Part of a diasporic flock
But independent mover
Kinetic, relentlessly in the air
Always working for the next…
What?
Impossible to capture
A miracle in flight
Borne on the wing, to the wing
Yet helpless on the ground
And then disappear one day
As autumn’s coming on
Leaving me
To spend the diminishing daylights
Without their soaring souls
To lift us on the currents with them
To lift our hearts, our spirits
Oh! Please don’t go.
Did you really have to go?
(posted by Mimi, one year on)
Mimi
27th April 2021
I met Don in London, through our mutual friend Francesca, over 40 years ago.
We shared the same love for photography!!
I have always had a good memory of him as a very gentle, kind and reserved person.
Dear Mimi and Sam, even if l never met you personally, l feel like telling you about my feeling in Memory of Don
Ciao Don!
Chiara Rassu.
Francesca
22nd May 2020
I shall always be grateful for Don and Mimi's unfailing understanding and support over the past 21 years, while I have been occupying their former workshop at Forest Gate. When talking to Don, I always felt we were on the same wavelength: we instinctively seemed to understand each other. His British Railways clock – from Retford, I think – is still ticking and when I look at it I think of him.
Peter
20th May 2020