Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 15, 2019

Daily missive for Tuesday the 15th of January.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Tuesday the 15th of January.

Rock me gently
The bamboo chair creaks
With the accumulation
Of memories
Age has split its sides
There is no laughter
In the bedroom
After the visiting angel
Has gone
Ministrations complete
In a trice
Miracles to perform
On the clock
Practiced at the art
Of governance
Nothing left to chance
A cup of tea
Is a life saver
Milk in first or after
Who cares
Nothing is worth the trouble
Of asking
Time is wasting away
For a moment of respite
Nothing seems fit
For purpose
Even skin hangs loose
Bruises are worn down
To the bone
Age spots bleed
There are no salad days
Memories run
In and between
Every thought a haunting
Was it in childhood
He contemplated a tattoo
Did his father
Bring the chair back from the war
What was the meaning
Of the lock
On the window, the door
Why put the stick out of reach
Ask the angel
When she returns
Rock me gently
Mother knows best
Pretty lace doilies
On the dressing table
In his parents bedroom
Did the chair really come
From Singapore
The medals,
Stuffed in a box
At the bottom
Of an old walnut wardrobe
Tell me again
What were they for?

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