Treasure Island

Tony Harrison

(1937 - / Leeds / England)

Long Distance II


Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
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  • David Coe (1/21/2012 8:01:00 AM)

    To all who read this poem: phone your parents and if you can't tell them you love
    them just let them know you're thinking of them.Believe me, they're a long time dead! (Report) Reply

  • David Bedford (1/16/2006 10:48:00 AM)

    My brother died 3 years ago, and his wife, my sister-in-law, has been distraught. She has maintained his voice message on their telephone still, which has caused comment among the rest of the family and people who telephone her. This moving poem for the first time made me understand her desperate feelings of bereavement, and how she is clinging on. (Report) Reply

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