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nana

Nana died with an egg in her mouth

Grandad said it was her first bite

Mum screamedMam!at the funeral

It gave us all a fright

.

We went to Aunty Jeans in the afternoon –

Aunty Jean had a pool

I remember thinking how good it was

To get the day off school

.

I remember Nana smelled of talc

And told us off saying Thatll do!

I remember Grandad smelled of smoke

And kept himself aloof

.

They lived in a house like a million others

Had a greenhouse filled with tomatoes

They watched the snooker all day long

They drove a dark brown Lada

.

I tried to cry when Nana died

But I think I was putting it on

Mum screamedMam!at the funeral

And had to be helped along

.

Nana died with an egg in her mouth

Grandad took it out with a spoon

I remember thinking how good it was

To get the day off school.

Thornaby-on-Tees cemetery where my nana is buried.

The cemetery where my nana is buried.


you’ll be a wonderful mother

Perhaps you fear what the future holds
For a child born into a messed-up world
Or that we’re too old or stuck in our mold
To give up our best years

But you’ll be a wonderful mother
I saw it on Day 1
Saw your willingness to discover
And that’s what children want

Not a blank, immovable object
But a ball rolled down a hill
Not the stubbornness of rules
But the endless dance of wills

We’ll be a guide to them, not a master
And show them the story so far
And you’ll be a wonderful mother
Because you already are.

Edie and I @Brooklyn Bridge Park, Summer 2014.

Edie and I @Brooklyn Bridge Park, Summer 2014.


conspicuous by its absinthe – a poem

conspicuous by its absinthe

we’ll put on a show tonight

tomorrow we’ll need aspirin

but for now let’s dim the lights.

 

deciduous life an axiom

the forest fire in summer

will grow back in the fullness of time

but for now we are uncovered.

 

conspicuous by its absinthe

just one more for the road

we’ve all to do some traveling

we’ve all some way to go.

 

but i’m tired of taking charge of me

it’s such a lot of work

it’s such a lot of digging

to find my way to earth,

 

conspicuous by its absinthe

we’ll end a ten-year fast

we’ll blow a hole in the rafters

and fix the leak at last.