Boy with patient Dad,

seated in front of me on the train,

Bound for Liverpool

Rain trickling

down the window pane,

Face pushed against glass

“Why, look look, what, why what”!

“How fast do Windmills go”?

Me suddenly alert

What! Thoughts stunned

I have never thought of this

look it up on Google

My phone always connects

with a black and white multitude mass

of facts figures science and words.

I will never forget the boy on the train

Eyes sparkling

Observing with enthusiastic excited clarity

Every tiny detail of the 40 minute journey

An absolute pleasure to hear you

I learned from you, thank you

How fast do Windmills go?

Saturday 7^th February 2026

Written by

M.J.R. Parr

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Amy left a legacy

quietly gently

observing

suffering young people

exactly like her

Terminal.

Amys legacy

expressed in

gifts of love

goodies and wishes

Filled to the brim

in surprise bags

A warm hug

Moments of happiness

Before travelling on

Destination unkown

Leaving weeping

Heartbroken

Loved ones

Bereft