On The Death Of A Teacher Poem by Richard Theze
On The Death Of A Teacher
The distance between them
Spanned, always
At the ring of the telephone.
She in New Zealand,
He in Thailand.
She came,
When he went.
His mother -
A brave, white-haired lady.
And, at the temple,
She said:
“No more phone calls -
Hello mummy.”
Her words were few,
But, with moist eyes, I saw
How very much
Those words from her boy
Had always meant.
(For Martin Lark 1971 - 2009)
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