Mid-Life Break
By Ewan
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I sat all mourning in the Café that day,
counting fools running workward in their droves.
At five o'clock a taxi took me home.
In my head I met her sister crying -
we had never even spoken on the phone -
and John Paul Griffiths saying how he didn't know.
No babies cooed or wept or any kind of child
came at last, and I was embarrassed
by old friends turning up to say goodbye
and tell me they were 'sorry she had left us.'
Whispers by the coffin, 'he's gone missing'
Away in Spain, with friends dying in another land.
In these teared and somewhat blurry eyes
I 'watched' the ghostly whole depart
from the corpse, blanched and ravaged by the tumours.
Next morning I knew I should have gone. Lilies
and candles were no solace, I 'saw' her
in a coffin in dark corners. Duller now,
wearing a waxy smile on her tightened lips.
She lay a thousand miles away, among her own.
A mumbled word, a 'sorry' she couldn't hear.
A thousand miles, a mile for every tear.
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this is painful and, given
this is painful and, given the death, teeming with life
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I don't know the Heaney poem,
I don't know the Heaney poem, but I found this very moving, and it is a wonderful title for the subject. I was particularly struck by the line ' counting fools running workward in their droves' which captured the dislocation we feel from the world when we're mourning. I hope writing this has helped.
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'Wearing a poppy bruise on
'Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, he lay in the four foot box, as is in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear...A four foot box. A foot for every year.' 'Mid-term Break'. Seamus Heaney
So sorry for your loss, Ewan.
Tina
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So full of sorrow. Your poem
So full of sorrow. Your poem marks your presence in her life and her continued one in yours. Loss is so tough.
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