They are all
dead, my husbands, so now I can choose.
Tonight for the Asian Cup
it's Bill I invite
to come watch.
As we did
a long time ago,
late nights with the kids in bed.
'How good is that goalie?' I say now —
then we score.
A tense game,
the Socceroos against Korea,
tied at the last minute
so now we're into
extra time.
It's almost
as good as that match
when underdog Sunderland
won the FA Cup ('73).
Nail-biting!
Like old times,
my soccer-loving second husband
sitting with me here tonight,
barracking with me.
Like old mates.
Countdown's on —
Queensland election —
right now I don't even care.
We get past that goalie one more time,
and we've won!
Note: My late second husband, Bill Nissen, migrated to Australia with his family at the age of 15, from Holland, where he was being groomed to be a goalkeeper for the national soccer team. In Australia he followed Aussie Rules football but still liked watching the FA Cup on TV.
and we've won!
Note: My late second husband, Bill Nissen, migrated to Australia with his family at the age of 15, from Holland, where he was being groomed to be a goalkeeper for the national soccer team. In Australia he followed Aussie Rules football but still liked watching the FA Cup on TV.
(This poem consists of a sequence of mirror-image Maudern cinquains, alternating reversed and normal.)
I'm linking this to both dVerse OpenLinkNight and Poets United's Poetry Pantry #238, where you'll find lots of good poems by lots of good poets.
I'm linking this to both dVerse OpenLinkNight and Poets United's Poetry Pantry #238, where you'll find lots of good poems by lots of good poets.
