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How Did It Get So Late So Soon? [song version]

How Did It Get So Late So Soon?

 

The man who scared the ghosts away,

The woman who healed wounds with a kiss,

I think of them more nowadays

In sad and troubled times like this.

No longer there to hug the pain

From tired bones and broken hearts,

To shield you from the winter rain

That permeates where old age starts.

 

Another day of fleeting tasks

From rising su...

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Needles & Thread

Needles & Thread

 

I remember her sat at an old Singer sewing machine

Turning the handle in the half-light of autumn

Making dresses and skirts for herself

So that precious pennies could be invested in children

 

She made me a Lone Ranger mask

From remnants of black cloth

She had left from one of her creations

I wore it with pride and a whoop and a holler

 

When ...

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My Mother's Kitchen

My Mother’s Kitchen

 

I’m in my mother’s kitchen

It’s a Monday afternoon

The oven’s heated up the air

The buns will be out soon

Everywhere there’s an aroma

Of cinnamon and spice

An apple pie sits on the table

I’m waiting for a slice

 

A black-leaded coal fire

Does it’s best to dominate

The heat and the smells

That the baking permeates

An old fridge hums...

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In Another Place

In Another Place

 

a soft breeze

drifting through an open window

hung with net curtains

 

the faint perfume

escaping

from an open book

 

the creak of a floorboard

cracking

above you

 

the shadows

caught dancing through the doorway

in a dim lit room

 

the taste of honey

clinging

on a teaspoon

 

the feel of a scarf

on your face

...

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Unknowing

Unknowing

 

ghost brother

ghost sister

 

twins

two years before

 

unable to fight anymore

they gave up their tiny breath

to history

 

she never spoke of them

in anything but love and memory

of what could have

should have been

 

never tripping

over regrets

at what came after

 

me

my brother

our family

 

they had names for th...

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Gave Me Up To Tears

Gave Me Up To Tears

 

"And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears."
— William Shakespeare, Henry V

 

The air tastes of mashed potatoes

When she looks into your eyes

And you look back at the fear and hurt

And she says she’s sorry for dragging you here

And you tell her it’s nothing

Even though you were complaining

That very same thing on the drive h...

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Drowse

Drowse

When there are no mirrors
I am young again
Sitting in the warming glow
of distant years
The aches and pains
will all be gone tomorrow
The days are long
and never seem to grey.
Parents are in another room
just out of hearing
The T.V has three channels
all black and white
Three meals a day
are sitting on the table
The bonfire smoke
creates the evening dusk.

Another time I...

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stroke

stroke

 

no words

blood ricocheting

in all directions

going places

where blood should

smoothly flow

not rush headlong

 

apologies

made by sign

for dragging me

seventy miles

to see

your broken body

no words

 

thinking

is this it?

is this all there is?

will I live

the rest of my life

motherless?

no wor...

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