Memory Poem by Sean Joyce
Memory
On his way home from the office
Mr Egerton called at the local
cemetery to visit his wife’s grave.
When he could not find it he went home.
At home his wife had cooked a delicious meal
And as they sat down together she asked.
“How was your day dear? ”
“Not so good” he said “ No, not so good at all”
“Why was that dear? ” his wife asked anxiously
“Oh” he said, “You know, sometimes I forget things”
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