On The Edge Of Memory

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Skiing a parallel turn.
Walking without having to think about it.
The smell of our new born babies.
My Great Grandmother’s kitchen.
Having a good criac in the pub with friends.
Teaching a class of children.
My first bike.
Playing football.
Draught Boddingtons Bitter Beer.
The taste of Stimarol chewing gum.
My Taekwondo patterns.
Changing a set of brake pads.
Carrying our two beautiful boys.

© Andy Daly 2014

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2 Responses to On The Edge Of Memory

  1. Racheal Joseph says:

    Beautiful memories sometimes make me feel lost. Am I lost or is it simply that I don’t see the beauty anymore?

  2. andy daly says:

    I’m sure it’s just a passing phase: you have a lot to contend with.

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