Being ten

just a memory

I remember how in the autumn, he brought 
me apples from the tree in his garden.
"I just picked these," he said,
"you can take some home if you want."

I smiled, but said nothing back,
just concentrated on the thought
behind the gift, rather than the words.

Later, we went for a walk along the
canal towpath, then headed to the
park and played on the swings;
rocking in the cradle of the sun
until hunger called.

"I've got to go now," he said ,
tall shadowed, but nervous as he
stood next to me. "Mum will be
really mad if I'm late for tea."

I smiled, but said nothing back,
just concentrated on the look
in his eyes, rather than the words.  


For Micky.  1974 - 2015.
Taken too early by the dread scourge of cancer.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is so precious. It shows how loving a spirit you have, the way you can tell such a simple story & stuff it overflowing with emotion, affection, pouring over the reader - pulling - tugging - immersing in a similar heart-tug from our own treasure chest. Opening with apples makes this so fresh & innocent (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

A heartfelt tribute. Sorry for the loss of your friend. This is beautifully written. Lydi**

[Great Aunt Astri]

'rocking in the cradle of the sun' lovely! Perhaps that is where he is now, looking down on us all?

[CD Campbell]

Fantastic poem.. Fitting scheme joined to a hard muse. I hope you won't have to write another, but we both know how life goes. CD

[An owl on the moon]

Your poetry felt so beautifully personal; each glimpse a moment held dear to you. Then reading your note at the end just broke my heart. Such a dear soul taken too soon. How precious is life.

[W.k.kortas]

Hearfelt and wistul, just so in construction and tone.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a beautifully written tribute...yes, the thought, the look in the eyes both speak much louder than the words do...and those are what will stay in your heart.

[writing mojo]

Such a sad peak from this window, yet the view was respected because they say eyes are the window of the soul..at what ever stage they may be in.. what a great memory to piece..excellent

[Terry O'Leary]

So poignant...
Actually, I don't like reading this type of poem, written so well...
I'm a 'man', so I mustn't cry... but the emotion is still evoked and choked upon...
Terry

[Woody]

"sigh". sweet and heart-rending. I'm always amazed at the ease with which you write, Beccy. breathtaking and sad. what a tribute!
rocking in the cradle of the sun till hunger calls. pure genious.