Long Distance Ii Poem by Tony Harrison
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
and still went to renew her transport pass.
You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.
He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.
I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.
Submitted by Scott Dagostino
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!
Wonderful poem Tony, speaks so eloquently of the permanence of the ones we love.
Susu, is this you? Please find me my darling. Love you beta. I have made your favorite pakoras and aloo gobi
put hot water bottles her side of the bed and still went to renew her transport pass......... well penned
He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief though sure that very soon he'd hear her key scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief. He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.
The emotions and events are so poignantly expressed. It tugs at the heart. Beautiful poem dear poet. I loved it.
This is a great poem, I think, in its poignancy, wry humor and wisdom, and the craft that packages it. The last stanza both follows and surprises with what precedes it—it’s a kicker, a flourishing finish, an exclamation point to the whole. -GK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/10/2024 9:05:31 AM # 1.0.0
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.