I would capture the ​sound of
garden birds chanting the dawn chorus,
a grand piano playing calming melodies,
and the scratch of a pencil led on clean paper.

I would seize the smell of
my Grandma’s apple scone, fresh from the oven,
the seaside on a sunny morning,
and bluebells from Fishponds Wood in the Spring.

I would steal the feel of
our Spaniel’s tongue on my cheek,
clean socks wriggling themselves onto my toes,
and soft silk between my fingertips.

I would include the sensation of
plunging into a warm, bubbly bath,
leaping the last jump over me and my brother’s secret stream,
and watching a ruby rose bloom like an unfurling snake.

I will treasure the memories of my favourite things.