Written by Emily Harstone | January 26, 2017
Remains of a life once lived.
The house, like his life, forgotten.
Got space? A family’s post-war refuge.
The filth and fifths consumed him.
His boozy hide-away ran dry.
It all ended with two bottles
Spirits for my family’s spirits
Memories of love,loss and liquor
The stories are in the bottle….
The stories are in the bottles….
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Remains of a life once lived.
The house, like his life, forgotten.
Got space? A family’s post-war refuge.
The filth and fifths consumed him.
His boozy hide-away ran dry.
It all ended with two bottles
Spirits for my family’s spirits
Memories of love,loss and liquor
The stories are in the bottle….
The stories are in the bottles….