Thus Spake Jeeves...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 29 Jan 2016
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16 comments
 
Her door ajar I look in on her 
just before I go off shift...
her heart finally giving out
after ninety-seven long years.
 
No family left; she’d outlived the lot...
husband, daughter, son – four
golden retrievers in succession...
and it was atop her locker – and spin
it did, her ‘world without end’.
 
Her breathing – laboured, she saw me
beckoned me in. 'Get the car, Jeeves,
from the garage, be a dear. We’ll be off, 
shortly,' she says, ‘OK for petrol, are we?’
I smile; just say, yes...we were.  And then
we’re away...next stop 
 
Beachy Head, maybe...
She’d walk there, a lot, with her dog
or Broadstairs, perhaps...a second 
honeymoon, or maybe Brighton
when the kids came along...all that 
to look forward to...all that to come, 
but we’ve miles to go, please god,
before we sleep...
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A moving poem,pins down such vulnerability in an assertive way.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks, Vera, for sharing your more than valued thoughts.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

How wonderful!

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee - I'm sending you a little ray of virtual sunshine, this morning, across the air-waves; albeit the air a touch turbulent here, howeversmiley

Glad you liked this, and thank you for stopping by and telling me.

Tina

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

My mother is 94. These days getting forgetful,but still bright on a good day. They say her heart is very strong, but sometimes she gets very down with being unable to move around easily. 'I want to go home' she will say when she is down.

Very lovely touching poem.

Ed

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your mother sounds a very special person. 

Thanks, so much, for sharing, Ed.

Tina

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You are so right there, Ed.smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice to have pleasant memories to relive, nice to have someone to encourage you to relive them. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Indeed.  That 'someone' more than importantsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

A long life is a blessing... unless the rest 'leave' before... touching poem!!!

Terry

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So very true, Terry.  Pleased you could identify with this one.

Tina

 

Submitted by Pat G on

So much thought has gone into those meandering miles. 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Meandering miles'...indeed.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I like the idea of a gentle drift back through a long life...smiley

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you so much for reading, and sharing your thoughts.

Tina