In the Early Morning Rain...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 24 Dec 2014
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Deposited you at the station;
it had been tipping it down, only now
a peach of a clear, blue sky.
 
On the platform your scarf waving goodbye; 
kidded myself the wind played no part
in its action.
 
I fussed over your jacket, said 
it needed ironing...I’d do it, next time
your were home, and then there was the dress
requiring a button sewing on, on the sleeve. 
 
Reached to hug you as you strained to hear
the imminent arrival of the train, but
you brushed me aside...
 
text-book goodbyes – not for you. You
and backpack safely aboard – only then
could you look me straight in the eyes,
 
even so, it was more than obvious to me
you were already gone from this stopping train
to Kings Cross – St. Pancras – at least, halfway
round the world, when it pulled away.
 
It would be nice, having the kitchen
back to myself, although I’d miss like crazy
your concoctions, and tasting the passion
in all your zany dishes.
 
The carriage – empty bar you, so nothing
to distract me, except the track – glinting
as you shook down your hair, blew a kiss
in a bubble at the pane – window,
fringed, still...in early morning
rain.
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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I like the patchwork mix of details in this memory. Happy Christmas Tina!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And a very Happy Christmas to you, insertsmiley  We had a wonderful sunrise, here in Bedfordshire today, not even a drop of early morning rain.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Goddbyes are so hard, you capture how we hang on to last details of the moment.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

We sure do, Philip.  Ain't that a fact,

Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughts, this Boxing Day.  Hope yours is an enjoyable one.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

 Mustn't show emotion at that age. This reminded me of a scene I watched while waiting a train arrival recently. A grandmother seeing her grandchildren off, and asking the ticket collector was'nt the lift working yet for getting to the next platform, and he said, 'No', they were waiting for trade inspection, but that he could escort over the line where the boards were. 'No, I'll be fine says teenager'.  (her case on casters looked extremely heavy) After Gran had gone, she suddenly asked him about that again, and confessed it might be nice as her case was ultra heavy. I did feel sorry for Gran having to let it go and not fuss, and not know what would happen!  Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks so much for relating that story.  I really did feel for that Gran.

Seasons greetings to you and yours, Rhiannonsmiley

Tina

 

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

and warm greetings to you, too. Rhiannon