...time goes by.

We were in the kitchen at home.
You were doing the ironing, and we were playing a game.
I had to choose a word, and you would try to sing a line of a song with that word in it.

'These 'BOOTS' are made for walkin',
'Put your 'HEAD' on my shoulder',
'Every night I sit here by your 'WINDOW'.

I think I must have been very young, 'cos I remember playing on the floor, and looking up at you. (Or was I looking up TO you!)
Doing the ironing, and singing. And playing games with me.
And there was just the two of us.
(There may have been other kids in the room, I don't know, but they are not in this memory.)

Every time I iron a shirt for a gig I find myself in that lovely memory.
I don't have a gig tonight,
But I think I'll Iron a few shirts anyway.

Our Helen (my Big Sis) is gone a year today.