Remembering – August 1977

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one of my postcards (see odds & sods)

A POEM
Remembering – August 1977
The Flute

she played the flute then

it cried for him

in a forest unknown

with someone’s big dog 

resting on her shoulder

The Desert

ignorant, 

she descended the canyon

wandered a day and a night 

alone

sleeping on a stone

emerging dusty and triumphant

and late for her flight

The Trucker

picked her up in the night

gave her money to get home

refusing her thanks

and taking nothing in return

The Beefeater Doll

bought in London

was never sent

she had lost his address

years later she regrets

her thoughtlessness

and remembers 

his act of kindness

in her newly fatherless world

IN BLACK & WHITE

my long forgotten

younger self

stares back at me

the dog at my shoulder

the flute in my hand

and I feel her spirit

come back to me

PS:  I WROTE THIS POEM ON 8 MARCH 2015 AFTER TALKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF MY FATHER TO A FRIEND – I FOUND THE OLD B/W PHOTOGRAPH MENTIONED JUST RECENTLY,  BUT FEEL ITS NOT FOR PUBLICATION JUST YET, SO YOU WILL HAVE TO IMAGINE IT!
 

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