Teabags (in memoriam)
Posted: May 4, 2018 Filed under: Poem 4 Comments
Teabags
Late July
Stuck on a train
Wishing myself elsewhere
I find myself
Caught unawares
Remembering
Again
Emptying the cottage of
The final fragments of
Your long life
A teddy bear
In fact
Two
An address book
Long yellowed and sweated
Christmas cards
An alarm clock
Parker pens
Photographs and poetry books
No longer gracing your shelves
As we delved deeper into
Long lost cupboards
Light bulbs
Defunct
An iron, kitchen roll
Tin foil, chicken soup
We left
Breathlessly sad
And
As my train journey drags
Here I am
My mind full of the image
Of the small pottery jar
Stuffed with brown tipped
Teabags.
Rosemary (Blossie) Beazley died on 4th May 2015. This poem is for her.
