I found the book
Spine broken
Tea stained cover
Pages browned with age
Sadly it brought purpose
To an otherwise purposeless morning
In bed until eleven
Not much more to it than that
I also came across the biscuits
Chocolate digestives no less
I don’t recall that you had a favourite
You not being a sweet-tooth, unlike me
His poem, you know the teacher’s poem
There on page eighteen, his poem
Which says so much about you
Although with words which I never could have raised
