Present Imperfect

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 18 Aug 2014
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He gazes my way, with those engaging, 
‘take me for a walk, please’ eyes,
even though his tired, old legs
won’t carry him much further.
 
He still misses her...even
after all this time, and get the feeling
I’m but second best.
 
Walking in the park – let him off
his leash. He pads around, half heartedly; 
lies down, tongue hanging out; 
grateful for a rest.  
 
I sit, for a while, by the playground –
watch children on the swings, full
of, “Push me, Mummy, high!” 
Oh, and I did!
 
Her hand-smocked pinafore-dress,
billows in the breeze like a blue,
box-kite, and all those questions
that tumbled out at once – inhibitions
thrown to the wind.
 
“Mummy, where do babies come from...
and when do I start school? And, why
did Grandma go away, and how many 
light years to heaven?”
 
Can't help myself; give her a call,
just to hear her voice.
 
“As many as from here to there...” 
my message after the tone.  
 
Such a shame that, presently, Sophie 
can’t come to the phone.
 
 
 
 
Certificate PG
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual
Love

Comments

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Lovely, and full of love. You manage with few words to bring her to life for a moment.

When my mother died I used to phone the number, knowing there'd be no reply. We inherited her cockatiel, thinking we'd find him a good home, he stayed with us for another fifteen years, and oh my when he died!!!!

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Lovely, and fully of of love'...such, your words, Lindy.  And oh my...that cockatiel, bless himsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Tina,

Old he might be and second best you might be,  but he is still the living link between the one that went ahead and the one that had to stay behind.

Moya

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You did it again.  Thank yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina. What really gets me about this piece is that I can hear as much as I can see in it. Brilliant and as usual, very beautiful - as are those memories. That's a great title, too.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  You're a little starsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Lovely poem Tina.

Animals and children are so intriguing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Aren't they just, Jenny? Aren't they just?

Many thanks for sharing your thoughtssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

The box kite's crucial to me in this because it isn't just a box kite. It's ether and touch, a link between child and parent, a sky offering and a floating away. This poem has had a hefty impact on me. That's as much as I can say. It has exquisite depth. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Vera...perceptive, as eversmiley