Good Neighbours
for Mieke from Chie
1.
Mieke's in my garden
patting down earth
around
late winter violets
and a sprig of aster
It'll grow, she says.
It's small now, but it'll grow.
And I stand beside her
arms dangling at my sides
not knowing how to say
thank you.
2.
There's a sign outside her door
that says
"Sold".
In the spring
she'll be moving house
and I wonder what it will be like
to live without
the sound of her son
playing clarinet
in the upstairs bedroom.
3.
I think of all the seasons of the year
of all the days that have turned
into weeks and months
I think of Mieke's arm around my shoulders
and her voice
telling me
it's all right to cry
and I think
of asters
and violets
and
how all things bloom again
in spring.
for Mieke from Chie
1.
Mieke's in my garden
patting down earth
around
late winter violets
and a sprig of aster
It'll grow, she says.
It's small now, but it'll grow.
And I stand beside her
arms dangling at my sides
not knowing how to say
thank you.
2.
There's a sign outside her door
that says
"Sold".
In the spring
she'll be moving house
and I wonder what it will be like
to live without
the sound of her son
playing clarinet
in the upstairs bedroom.
3.
I think of all the seasons of the year
of all the days that have turned
into weeks and months
I think of Mieke's arm around my shoulders
and her voice
telling me
it's all right to cry
and I think
of asters
and violets
and
how all things bloom again
in spring.
Labels: for Mieke
1 Comments:
Gotta lotta nadda;
gotta lotta dichotomized,
cutNtoo accents.
Wannum?
Post a Comment
<< Home