Teabags (in memoriam)

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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