The Games People Play
By Silver Spun Sand
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'Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away
into that other room'
Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918
Blasted my eardrums, you two
when you were kids.
‘Keep the racket down!’ I’d yell.
‘Only playing!’ you’d yell back,
music blaring from that old hi-fi;
ballerinas you’d be, in Swan Lake...
Murder in the Dark – your favourite,
but I banned it...too noisy by far.
Speedily replaced by Hide and Seek...
You’d be creeping downstairs...
avoiding the fourth from the top;
the one that squeaked.
Then, there was your sister, counting...one,
two, three, at a hell of a lick.
‘Coming ready or not!’
You’d call her a cheat for counting too fast.
She looks for you, still...you know;
choosing to believe you’ve just
‘slipped away’, and that one day
she’ll find you, in that ‘other room’.
Trouble is, if that day comes,
I’ll have lost both of you.
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Love it, Tina, it took me
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You certainly have happy
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Very well crafted silver
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This is unbelievable. The
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This was well done, Though I
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Your poems never fail to
Noah
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