Bloody Parkinson's by Alison Cassidy

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Bloody Parkinson's

Your hug is huge
unlike the rest of you –
which is rather small.

You loved to run as a kid.
Told us about ‘that race’
when the big six footer beat you by a hair
and the whole family cheered
‘Best bloody footrace we ever saw.’

I stroke your hair
(still auburn thick at fifty seven)
and listen to your eyes
as they try to hide.

Your voice
slurs just a little
‘You’d never know’
and your long fingers
(apologetic somehow)
hardly shake at all.

‘You look so fit’
they all told you at the party.
But you don’t, do you?
Not a bit.

Off tomorrow
back to Queensland.

Sad about the guitar.

Alison Cassidy

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James B. Earley (4/22/2008 12:04:00 AM)
Bless you my friend.for sharing this poignant piece! Be well.....

Alison Mary Dunn (4/19/2008 11:50:00 AM)
'Your hug is huge' The first few words tell the story of your poem and make such a big impact. You express so well the inner feelings of two people dealing with this thing.
'I listen to your eyes, as they try to hide', both beautifully loving and sad.

Allie, I can't think what else to say. A difficult piece to write but no harder than the reality you both must face.

Love Ally xx

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