All the memories you really remember,

Strangely insignificant moments.

They’re all about love.

Its feel and touch, its solidity.

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Love of long fingers plaiting hair,

Of laughing childhood on your hip,

Of hugs, of squeezes, human touch.

Smells of breakfast and first rains.

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All the things that really matter,

Matter for more than a moment

They’re all about love.

Its shapes and forms, its reincarnations.

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Love of sunshine on your winter face,

Of waking to bird song in dewy mornings,

Of shade on heated afternoons.

Sounds of laughter and water.

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Kampala 2018