The Riverbank

The river of childhood. The river of now.

Forty years passed; now with two sticks it takes 20 minutes to get there;

The land so flat; swirling water, shades of green, blue sky and clouds

River keeps flowing; I travel the world; river keeps going.

As a child, swimming in summer, collecting horse chestnuts in Autumn, sliding on the snow in winter;

‘Don’t fall in’, cry the parents.
Now, with 48 years, I hold my mother’s hand, sitting on the bench, the last warm summer air caresses our faces.

The branches blow in the gentle breeze; summer hangs on before the winds of Autumn.

Childhood memories shared, when did we last sit, hold hands like this?
So much peace, so much calm

A boat comes past; a hundred years ago the river was the road!

So many memories; now I sit as a middle-aged man with a body I am getting to know.

How will my future be? I will recover.

I will run down the banks; I will play with my children in the snow
The flat land is my home; so much peace.

Thank you God for this beauty.

Thank you, mum, for your hand.

We will hold each other’s hand in eternity.

Andrew Knowlman

I am a 50-year old father of two children, married to Jane. I live in Hertfordshire, UK. I was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis in April 2015.

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