SIBBS Newsletter, Winter 2021

SIBBS Newsletter, Winter 2021 | www.tcf.org.uk 12 Audio visual Little fragments of you. Your face, your voice, So carelessly captured, So often a sideshow to the main event. Like forgotten rare jewels, Stashed in a kid’s marble bag. A laugh here. A conversation overheard there. A hand reaching out to light the birthday candles. A voicemail message, hastily undeleted. Trawling photos for ones we’ve missed, Seeing them through different eyes. Never knowing how important those little moments would become. By Lindsay Garfitt-Brown For my big sis, Kelly Touhey. Hope “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. By Emily Dickinson (around 1861)