Ian Bowen

Seeing Mum Again - Poem by Ian Bowen

I was the only one
to have alighted from
the punctual 11.16;
in fact,
I believe I was the only passenger
on the half-hour journey
to Elysian Fields.

The deserted platform railings
were dripping with the pink
of wild sweet peas.
The temperature perfect,
and through the shroud
of shimmering heat, I saw you waiting,
gently waving, dressed
in a robe of brilliant white.

I remembered your warmth
as we hugged and kissed,
recalled our hand in hand walks
to the village school and home.
Before you caught the 10.46…

and never came back again.

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  • (2/11/2010 8:04:00 AM)

    I liked this poem, altho it made me feel sad reading it but you did a good job in describing and seting the scene. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010

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