She comes into my room, won’t sleep alone, constantly rolling over and onto my side, hey! Isn’t a King sized bed not big enough?
Another night of calm and quiet!
I miss her, kicking snoring and grinding her teeth.
Something strange about being alone,
kindling the mind to unearthly roam?
eyes flooding, with memories of old
my dear and recently departed.
Having his brother – her uncle - in his head for the past few days, been sometimes difficult, and sad to deal with.
Wish I’d not seen him die!
Can’t help thinking and sadly believing,
the doc should’ve saved him!
When I got sick back in 96.
I remember wishing I had his lungs
on hearing a natural cleansing cough!
But how wrong one can be?
Old trucks, cars, wagons and trailers,
an old timepiece, quietly sitting on a mantlepiece, or discarded, Pegged out, as we used say, these are things I see most every day!
Wish he were here now, playing his soulful musical mind
Wonder where he is?
What he’s doing?
Still working on old bangers, broken watches, clocks, or tick tocks we called them, back in the 50’s 60’s.
I can see him up on the pearly gates, fixing the heavenly clock or, working on peters old arc angel mobile!
That you Johnny?
Copy write P Keenan. March 27th 2004
Miles Smith Farm
The Hill, Loudon