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Greg Davidson

Rookie - 49 Points (1954 / Sydney, Australia)

Visiting Hours


Hair, grey and thinning,
A face lined with memories.
Like an autumn day
Bright joy against horizon’s clouds.
Smiles offer warm comfort,
While storms hide behind furrowed brows,
And clinging to the corner of an eye,
A single tear.

Family ties re-tied.
Bonds frayed by time and distance.
Unshared hopes and dreams,
Entwined with memories.
Words contend to mend
Exorcising the guilt of loneliness
Those weeks, months, years washed away
In a single tear.

Oft washed blue lino,
Softly stealing passing steps.
Chips in off-white walls
Mark the passing of wheeled beds
Like yesterday’s high tide,
On thickly painted plaster.
And clinging to the corner of my mind,
A single fear.

Loose woven blankets
On stiffly starched white linen.
Thin on fragile bones,
Skin stiffly starched, blue veined
A dry and withered hand
Covered gently by another
And clinging to the corner of my eye,
A single tear.

In bed my mother lies,
Her spirit by age betrayed
In her smile I see,
More than I had hoped to find
On her face I find
More than I had dared to fear,
And clinging to the corner of her eye,
A single tear.

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 02, 2014

Topic of this poem: family


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  • Veteran Poet - 3,493 Points Lyn Paul (11/23/2014 4:55:00 PM)

    Skin stiffly starched, blue veined. Really stood out for myself. I can picture that right now along with the loose woven blankets. Having a 94 year old friend with tears in her skin and my Mum died a few weeks ago. Thank you Greg I enjoyed these words. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,857 Points Bri Edwards (7/9/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    Greg, i especially enjoyed the following four sections:

    contend to mend and Softly stealing passing steps
    ...

    Chips in off-white walls
    Mark the passing of wheeled beds
    Like yesterday’s high tide,
    On thickly painted plaster.

    And clinging to the corner of my mind,
    A single fear.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    thanks for the punctuation; makes my reading more comfortable!

    not all parts may be absolutely clear to me, but it sounds very personal, and, if it is, i'm sure you understand it very well.
    thanks for sharing. :) bri (Report) Reply

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