Oh for the opportunity,

to let her look into my

nonagenarian eyes,

to hold my hand

and to hear me say,

“Well Bea, how’s your life going so far?”


And she’ll kneel close,

close enough for me

to feel her breath,

as she whispers the words,

“It’s going well Papa, really well”.



© Graham Sherwood 11/2017

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suki spangles

Wed 8th Nov 2017 03:51

Beautiful, Graham.

Touching because it's truthful.


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John Coopey

Wed 8th Nov 2017 00:05

As fine an aspiration as a man could hold, Graham.

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Trevor Alexander

Tue 7th Nov 2017 15:13

A lovely, ethereal feel to this Graham. Very moving.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 7th Nov 2017 10:36

Ah! I don't know what happened there Colin. Probably posted either side of an errand perhaps, V1 now deleted!

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Colin Hill

Tue 7th Nov 2017 08:37

well I like both versions Graham - isn't this how we all like to visualise our final years, months, minutes? Peacefully slipping away in the knowledge that our earthly work is over and the job well done? The last line genuinely brought a tear to my eye.

it very much reminds me of where my thoughts were wandering in the 4th verse of my 'panacea' poem I posted last night although I take no credit for being the source of your inspiration.

accomplished writing from you Graham as always. Col.

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