- Feb 3, 2024
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At first encounter,
she slapped me
on my backside
and declared,
“I don’t recognise
that bottom!”
.
Then she skipped away
on one of her missions
to share a cuppa
and a slice of humanity
with a lonely soul.
.
At her behest,
I carried bags
of food and toys
to a household of children
in a life of despair.
.
When summer came,
I refurbished her garden bench
which led to a tearful promise
to use it for evening chats
with her husband’s spirit.
.
In September,
I found her with a wilted rose,
weeping for the babies
of Afghanistan,
of Somalia,
of Ukraine,
of Gaza.
.
And in December,
surrounded by tinsel
and Christmas memories,
a pernicious cancer
stole her from the world.
---she slapped me
on my backside
and declared,
“I don’t recognise
that bottom!”
.
Then she skipped away
on one of her missions
to share a cuppa
and a slice of humanity
with a lonely soul.
.
At her behest,
I carried bags
of food and toys
to a household of children
in a life of despair.
.
When summer came,
I refurbished her garden bench
which led to a tearful promise
to use it for evening chats
with her husband’s spirit.
.
In September,
I found her with a wilted rose,
weeping for the babies
of Afghanistan,
of Somalia,
of Ukraine,
of Gaza.
.
And in December,
surrounded by tinsel
and Christmas memories,
a pernicious cancer
stole her from the world.
Get the discussion going – post your thoughts & comments in the thread below…
For more posts by mickleinapickle click here Christina – Litopia
