Still Dad


You still fill
The same chair-sized space
You ever did – 
Your chair has gone but
I still see you stroll  
From room to room
With the usual smile 
On your face
Contemplating your next move
Of aged-wickedness,
I still hear your voice
Laughing at something
That’s tickled you,
Something no doubt
To share in the pub
But never in chapel,
I still feel your spirit watching
Over us as we 
Inevitably pack away
Your treasures
Carefully hoarded 
Over long years. 
I still love you
And miss you Dad and 
You still fill 
The same giant-sized role
You ever did.

Happy Birthday 

(c) wordz2Go 20th August 2021

Mother’s Day 2017

Facing Mother’s Day motherless
Is frankly unnerving:
You’ve gone, yet you’re still here,
You’re here, but you’re still there,
You cannot be seen or heard,
No hug, no touch,
No physical connection,
Existing in a third dimension.

And yet, and yet:
I see you smiling in my mind,
Laughing at a silly joke,
Wobbling across the room
Holding onto the back of the suite,
Not the steadiest on your feet!
I see you playing with your grandchildren
And great grandchildren,
Dancing with your sisters –
I see your love for all of us,
Then, just in that moment,
The sky is cloudless.

Unnerving.
Quite disturbing,
How the emotion of memories
Changes motherless to mothered,
How time and space are blurred,
Events and people intermingle,
The past morphs with today
And I can say ‘Happy Mother’s Day’.

Copyright wordz2Go March 2017

Home Fire

Wood stacked by the fire,
Candles on the hearth
Create shadows that evoke stories,
Childhood memories:
The rattling of the poker,
Curtains closed, dinner cooking,
Fire-grazing, head in a book.
Warmth encircles the room
Promoting lethargy and insouciance,
A floatation chamber between two worlds
Recreating the past in the present.
I am comfortable.
I am home.

Copyright wordz2Go 12th November 2014