Author Topic: SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE  (Read 1450 times)

Offline mickward

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SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE
« on: July 11, 2006, 03:55:54 AM »

Sitting in front of the fire together yet apart in their identical rocking chairs
Granddad destroys a bowl full of tobacco, while grandma creates a cardigan
The mix of smoke and Sunday roast drifts around the house and up the stairs

They are as old as the two up-two down house, less solid but more wise
He is thin and angular with sticky-out-ears and she’s rotund and blue rinsed
He has a warped sense of toilet humour and she has the kindest of eyes

When the cuckoo calls out the hour grandma rises rapidly to her aching feet
She has prepared pigs feet and heavy, meaty Yorkshire pudding for dinner
They sit down at the old brown, drop-leaf table and teeth are put in to eat

As they eat she drinks her strong tea while he drinks his bottle of brown ale
Rising after the feast he grunts his pleasure and she swells with pride
Later he goes off to the pub and she quietly prays that his legs won’t fail

Two hours later he returns unsteady smelling of beer and the toilets of hell
She castigates him and reads him the riot act yet again… he grins foolishly
He falls in the chair and falls asleep, she is wrathful but is faithful as well

These are the memories of my maternal grandparents Eleanor and Bill 
They argued and cursed each other, but she lived for him and he for her
Though they are long gone, their influence and presence are with me still.


Lin

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Re: SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE
« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2006, 04:08:57 AM »
Ahh this is lovely, at first I thought it was going to be prose with the long lines but then discovered it rhymed!!

I wanted to read on and was still wondering about the length of the lines, then the more I read the more it grew on me!!  Lovely descriptions.

All the best to you Mick

Lin

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Re: SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE
« Reply #2 on: July 13, 2006, 06:08:14 AM »
Yeah I like it
Kinda reminds me of mine but not quite
Its good to see tribute poems

bleek

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Re: SITTING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE
« Reply #3 on: July 13, 2006, 10:13:06 AM »
The sounds of home!
It was the truth and that was
what I loved about it! sounded alot like my mom and stepdad
when I had tiny feet.
Thanks for the memories!!