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.
©  Eira Needham 

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Aw heck. Too sad, but well expressed.


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


Sad memories and regrets.
A poignant write, Eira.


Something you couldn’t never forget, beautifully expressed.

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