I Bring You Roses...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 02 Dec 2010
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17 comments
 

You stare at your knife
and your fork, as if
they were objects
from another planet...
obvious, as it is to me
you’ve not the least idea
what to do with them.

I watch your fish-pie
growing cold...You say
you had a son once...
how much you loved him –
how proud you were of him

but he’s sitting here
in front of you, and never
the once did you tell him that
all the while he was growing up...

terrified as he grew of you;
the cane on the hook
in the hall not such
a last deterrent. Senility
has mellowed you...
not before time.

I know I should solve
the problem of the fish-pie;
tuck the napkin beneath
your chin – try, at least
to tempt you with a morsel
on your spoon. Except

I’ll soon be going home
to make tea for Julie –
your grandchild; she’ll be
one, next month. Can’t
get my head around
feeding you too; pity
this flower they call love
was so late
coming in to bloom.

Certificate PG
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Love

Comments

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
This is such a beautiful, tender piece, Tina. There's a touch of melancholia yes, but also I'm sure I detect a hint of hope - that flowering love will prevail! Very well done :) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Magic. A touch of bitter-sweet perhaps. Glad you enjoyed;-) Hope the weather isn't too bad in Durham, although I suspect it is, unfortunately. Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Bradene on
I agree a beautiful piece so poignant but with a touch of hope at the end. Perfik(-; Valx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Much appreciate your reading this one Val and for commenting, so positively;-) Tina x

 

Submitted by celticman on
Nobody likes fish-pie,but tenderly baited.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You're darned right there - about the fish pie, I mean; especially mine;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Well deserved cherry! beautifully done,words of sadness,I think and the love of the grandchild,coming up for one. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Julie - hi! Thanks for reading and glad you enjoyed. Hope you're keeping warm;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by seashore on
My sort of poem, deeply felt and so well expressed.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Seashore - thanks. Most of your poems are 'my kind of poems too;-) Tina

 

Submitted by JoseHdz on
well done.. especially liked the final stanza.. cheers

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Ta very much, Jose. Much appreciated;-) Tina

 

Submitted by kheldar on
Would have to agree with what those before have said - a great piece. :--) xxx

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi, David! Many thanks;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Yes,thank lovely and warm. But two boards Ray put over glass door top part,must be years ago,I got in door sticking,owing central heating now,I gave it a shove,bang something twice as I turned the lock,hit me on the head,ouch! So unexspected, thought part of ceiling came down no,scared me,so no one could look in above,if bathroom door had came open etc; Not venturing out yet,Ray has.Seems to be everywhere. take care.I bey your garden looks pretty,but you may not see the bird's now do you? julie xx

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Sorry Tina I'm a bit late to this but as seashore says earlier this is absolutely my sort of poem. At no point does it seemed forced, you let the story tell itself and do it with great poise and beauty. This is a real triumph, really well done. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks for that, fatboy...but please, don't apologise. I am only grateful that you take the time to read and comment, so thoughtfully, on my scribblings;-) That said, I am pleased you liked this one, and as my English teacher used to say, any story worth writing, always tells itself;-) Have a good weekend and keep warm. Tina