Absent Kiss

A regret

China nik-naks mist with aspidistra;

I recall Gran’s spick and span parlour,

opened only to select visitors.

Gran titivated the room after he’d gone;

I laid out a board game with Kate.

We slid down snakes and climbed ladders;

she perched on a leather pouffe while

I squatted on the woven willow stool

Grandpa had crafted for me.

When the alien invaded his kidneys,

a fold-up bed was tucked

into the corner by the window.

Hushed voices slithered under

the door; Gran gathered me in

to say hello.

Unshaved, his shadow lay propped

on plumped pillows,

gaunt and unspeaking.

I should have kissed him goodbye,

before he slept

with brass handles on oak.

critique and comments welcome.

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6 years ago

Aw heck. Too sad, but well expressed.

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Reply to Shackleton ***

Thanks – still makes me feel sad!

I especially loved the 5th and the last verse, but the entire poem was beautifully written. Sue.

Thanks Sue
Eira

Sad memories and regrets.
A poignant write, Eira.

Reply to ionicus ******

Thanks |Luigi – such a long time ago now!
Eira

Something you couldn’t never forget, beautifully expressed.
Mike

Reply to mikeverdi *****

Thanks Mike. I was just a child at the time but those sort of memories last a lifetime.