Not yet

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 29 Dec 2016
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A family party, complete bar one,
a family feasting, without one son.
Their company’s balm, as they watch TV,
united in grief for one lost at sea.
Dad slowly gets up when the door-bell rings,
but rushes back to them, and in he brings –
“He says he’s my son! but I can’t take it in –
his voice, and despite all that hair on his chin,
it really is Dave, and he says that for long
he wandered confused, with his memory gone,
but resting restored him, and now he’s come –
to see if I’m missing my absent son!”

 

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Submitted by london_calling79 on

Very festive and a lovely beat to the lines. I love a happy ending!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, LC. The IP was about an unexpected/unknown son turning up, and I thought this was a different slant. And aware how many are probably feeling bereavement at Christmas, I titled it 'Not yet' to remind us that partings will always come, but this is a tale of joyful reprieve in the grief awhile. And also indicated the rest of the family were helping each other in their grief. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I like the feeling of community in this poem - and remember the first Christmas after my son left home - how bereft I was. But now at least we are communicating with each other.

Happy New Year.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. And New Year Greetings to you, too. Nice to hear from you. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I love it! Thought poor old Dad was confused then I twigged it was all real. Happy New Year Rhiannonsmiley

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Elsie, a bit of fun sorting this out! Happy new year to you too. Rhiannonsmiley