So many poems have meanings for me…
I have just spent a lovely 20 minutes sitting on my sofa flicking through some of the poetry books that weigh down the shelves of my bookcase and decided I had to settle on something from Wendy Cope…
It was hard to chose only one, but this poem has always resonated with me, probably because it reminds me of meeting the OH that night on the bridge.
(He buys me all my poetry books… one I bought for myself was “Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis” by Wendy Cope – he didn’t know, so I now have two editions on my shelf!)
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