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First Christmas
One whole year's
time emptied
Like lace leaves
From the cold trees
Skeletal wisps
You are missing
attic tinsel
Boxed deep and dusting
With bristles flaking
From the broken spine
So no silver lines
Our crisp, black-branched pine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:26 am
December Bones
Christmas fairy lights still dangle,
Plastic string of neon candles,
Hallowing the wreckage of the year.
Streaming ‘River’ on repeat
River Warbling marrow-deep
Wash away those spiteful, December bones.
From jigsaws sat on nickel knees
To whisky-nursing you in sprees,
Femurs first you left us piece by piece.
Frailty distils the waters
Trickles down through all your daughters
...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:22 am
Grandpa Poem
Grandpa,
Love is something everyone has towards you, For they, too, understand the complexity of you.
Experience is the foundation for your knowledge.
And yet, you still serve cold porridge.
Grandpa, Anger does not influence you, Ignorance does not play you.
And you do not wish for fame, As you have understood, life is a game.
Oh Grandpa, humble and intricate.
I cannot imagine...
Saturday 27th March 2021 9:04 pm
Grandad's Christmas Reverie
He thought
All I want is here
the tree that reaches the ceiling:
with the decorations the boy had helped hang
and the lights he could reach
to pull off
He thought
I hope they like my gifts
the presents beneath the low branches:
with the labels that the girls had turned over
and peeped at to see
which was theirs
He thought
I am alone with Christmas
the many...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 11:52 pm
Old but Gold by Catarina Meireles
Old but Gold by Catarina Meireles
Dear grandparents
Your love is like magic
You spent 53 years and counting together
Grandfather you went throught war
You went thrught cancer
She stood beside you whn you really needed her
Grandmother you went through injuries,
Surgery and birth, who was there to
Hold you and love it was grandfather
I love you both ...
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 12:49 pm
In your memory
I no longer recall the time we spent together,
yet my heart pines for your presence,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer can feel the warmth of your hand ruffel my hair,
yet the flashes of our play still warm my heart,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer fear crosssing a road on my own,
yet insecurities of daily life trouble me wit...
Sunday 10th January 2016 7:51 am
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