Crumbs Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Naked... was your favourite clothes.

Bed... was your favourite place
to be.

Your favourite setting
for...anything!

Your bed
not only the site of your sleeping
but your treasured place
for reading...thinking.

Your beed
where we(naturally)
made love

- although you loved the wide open countryside as well.

Your bed
also doubling up for doodling
drawing & watercolouring

sheets the colour of spilt sunsets.

Oils always had to be doen
standing up
(but on the bed
where naked you painted me naked

and often
...painted me.

Hot tea
again
usually
spilt on me!

Your bed
stained with our loving
(how come I always got to sleep in the wet patch)

also used for things
that can't be mentioned
in polite company

not to mention
eating.

Crumbs!

What I remember
above all

(if one discounts
the love we discovered there)
was: crumbs!

Crumbs!
Forever found under
one's bum

(the usual cluprit beoing
McVitties Chocolate Digestive Biscuits)

and I forever brushing
them away.

You claiming I was
pernickty & fastidious.

If we were THE ODD COUPLE
you told me I'd be Felix.

I said: 'No....
...they make me scratch & itch
and annoy me! '

Crumbs...
I miss them now.

Now, what
I would give
for just one crumb

of your loving
and laughter.

And, how now
why...I would cry

if I was offered
a chocolate digestive
Mc Vitties biscuit.