
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TALKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF MY FATHER TO A FRIEND – I FOUND THE OLD B/W PHOTOGRAPH MENTIONED JUST RECENTLY, BUT FEEL ITS NOT FOR PUBLICATION JUST YET, SO YOU WILL HAVE TO IMAGINE IT!