I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 April 2013

Memory on Automatic

I come up the steps
with bundles of shopping
and see you again, 
opening the door
in pyjamas and socks
and your faded old grey top
with the blue writing:
'Life's a Beach'.

Under the soft white hair
your face is beaming
to see me home, even though
you've enjoyed the movie
and your talk with the Respite Carer —
who is grabbing at the waistband
of the grey top, to stop you falling
as you reach, tottering, to try and take 
my heavy bags and help me indoors.

All the while that overjoyed smile.

Oh, my love!

It's one of many sweet memories
that arise automatically
in their settings.

And then, automatically,
the tears follow.


Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 24: auto (which I'm interpreting as 'automatic').

2 comments:

  1. This breaks my heart. I have random memories of my parents..moments when I almost pick up the phone to call my father and realize he is no longer there. I don't know if I will ever stop crying between the smiles.

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    1. It's the Joy and Sorrow thing by Kahlil Gibran: http://www.katsandogz.com/onjoy.html

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