Tag: grief

  • Love International

    Birds, tea 
    Horses, and the sea
    You liked cars, we saw stars
    These are the things I remember

    You travelled, to unravel
    She was walking alone
    We never got very far
    Talking about home

    But most of the time
    We got on just fine
    Wittering under
    the willow tree

    What's in the wheelbarrow?

    You sailed away...
    The 'wrong' way around the world
    What's the right way to unfurl
    like a fern?

    We waited for you
    Back at the farm
    Watching The Simpsons
    The glimpses of family

    Walls of water in your way
    Dreaming machines everyday
    Followed by a whale
    Around Cape Horn

    You gave me a stone frog
    And my first sip of cider
    You got lost in Rotorua
    I met a penguin and a koala

    Finally, severed by the Atlantic,
    and by that fateful night.
    While you searched for me,
    it was already too late.

    Then we fell off the mountain.

    'This ain't my first rodeo',
    you said, playing Roulette
    at the cruise ship casino.
    I preferred you in the Rockies,
    being a real cowboy

    From Yorkshire to Boston
    (via Midlands & the ocean)
    From scrum-half to a golfer
    Cricket bats to baseball caps
    Barn owls to red cardinals

    From cigar smoke in
    the 'Gentleman's Lounge'
    To dressing in Drag
    at the P-Town carnival
    Always full of surprises

    Radiation, Cryoablation, Radicalisation

    World's End, Massachusetts
    You still couldn't bend
    your titanium spine
    A terminator, but mine

    You stopped climbing the stairs
    To your walk-in closet, while...
    the 'far right' were marching
    We turned left to Marylou's

    CNN blaring,
    how could you bear it?
    The morphine was caring.
    The dogs at your feet, lying still

    You looked like a ghost
    at the kids' pool party,
    Relegated to the shadows
    My heart sobbing in the shallows

    Or was it the deep end?

    Now I can wear your coat
    And board a boat, only
    to visit you by the lighthouse
    But of course you are everywhere

    The dust of you settles
    on the ocean floor,
    merging with earth,
    and travelling to your tree.

    Cup o' tea?
    Come see yer Dad
    But where was the chat?
    (only in tea labels and board games)
    In between the flickers of the candle flame

    The flicker of a candle flame
    A candle flame
    And blow
    Now Go

    (Inspired by spring… finished for Father’s Day)

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