On your death
By elizabethv
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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You,
The first of my family to be buried,
spoke to me in a dream,
with waves crashing
and a swollen sea swirling.
You were light as a seagull
above the waves,
not touched by the ocean's ravage.
I remembered playing Chopsticks
with Lucy and I sandwiched between you and Dad
on the piano stool.
I remembered the way you'd urge:
'go on, have another one, they're there to be eaten'.
And how, as children
we were happy to oblige.
I remembered the scotch decanter,
the beans in your garden,
your laugh at Christmas.
In my dream
I urged you to hold
tighter to the fence
as you flapped in the wind.
And you smiled
and told me not to worry.
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