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.
A life well lived and well loved
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A time to remember so many years of fellowship with this lovely lady whose face lit up whenever one you met with her.A genuine priviledge to have known her and to have shared many times of fellowship.I will always miss her but know we will meet again.
Thank you for the lovely Rememberance Poem which briught a lump in my throat and tears,but Happy memories.
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I really appreciated this, Marc. For my Mum it was 4 little polythene bags full of the edge pieces of long abandoned jig saw puzzles ( ditched because they had no edge pieces!) Lynne
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thanks Lynne – I am (of course) really glad that you liked it. x
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