…”You were about the size of a pea
when we made announcements to expectant
grandparents and laughed as they said, ‘about time’.
When you grew to the size of an apple, golden and delicious,
the sonographer left the room for a second opinion.
I don’t think that she needed the second opinion,
cold jelly on swelling belly, I was exposed.
We could see it, though. One heart,
not two. Mine, not yours.
In springtime I planted sweet peas in the garden
but I could never find you there.

Sunday Sayings: Poem extract from Julie McNeil’s ‘sweet pea’ – such sad lines in her remembrance and here the last of the sweet peas in my garden until next year -perhaps.