old age (Remove filter)
By the light of the local Spar
Eyes snapped shut in the street-facing bedroom
lit up by the light of the Spar
that floods it's white plastic windows
illuminating each passing car
In her curled up hands a faded old photo
crinkled,yellowing,torn,
but the hands,once so gentle,that hold this mementoe,
are as cold,are as granite, as stone
In came Sister with a meagre tea tray
barging in,past...
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:01 pm
Recent Comments
LEON STOLGARD on To Heaven Or To Hell …
4 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
4 hours ago
JOHN F B TUCKER on THE STERILISED HOTEL
4 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Tarnishment
5 hours ago
Ray Miller on Watching Glastonbury On The TV
8 hours ago
David RL Moore on What of Courage?
11 hours ago
Martin Elder on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
14 hours ago
Martin Elder on THE STERILISED HOTEL
14 hours ago
Jon on Waves
1 day ago
Tom Doolan on Brand New Heart ❤️
1 day ago