twenty years by Peter Humphreysit must be
twenty years or so
since I was here
twenty years since
I held her hand
before what was to be
unbeknown to me
her longest sleep
we had talked
about our kids
and the future
without her protection
that had cost her dear
if only I had known
that those pains
in her head
no optician could solve
perhaps I could have been
quicker
more pushy
about her going
for a check-up
but she was
a free spirit
impossible to move
when her mind
was made up
her Mum's shopping
her grandson growing
big and strong
my damned typing
all came first
so here we were
her thanking me
me thanking her
hand in hand
side by side
as the light
flickered out
or did just a bit
of it transfer
to me
I lost
and found
the dearest friend
that January morning 03/10/2010
Author's Note: In gentle memory of Norma Spencer, a kind and loving friend, on passing the hospice, by chance, where we last met 20 years ago or so.
Posted on 03/10/2010 Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/10/10 at 09:25 PM It seems our friends never have enough time to spend with us. We, the selfish, keep on living and they are gone missed for what they gave us freely. A great write my friend. |
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