YOUR MOTHER AND YOU AND THE CHERRIESA Poem by Terry CollettA MAN AND HIS MOTHER IN HOSPITAL IN 1970In the year the Who and Jimi Hendrix played at the Isle of Wight Rock Festival your mother was in Smallfields hospital having a kidney removed and you sat with her outside the ward looking out on woodland and unkempt grassland and you gave her cherries in a brown paper bag you had bought she took the bag and looked inside I can’t eat those at the moment what with the kidney being removed and such oh sorry you said not to worry you eat them she said so you did flicking the small stones into the tall grass your mother looked up at the warm sun and white clouds shame you and Judith didn’t get together she said suddenly as you had just spat a stone nearby I liked Judith she was a down to earth kind of girl you looked at your mother in her pink dressing gown and slippered feet she’d got engaged to someone else by the time I got around asking her you said there may have been prettier girls about but she had a heart of gold and lovely eyes and smile your mother said giving you one of her studying looks you tried to picture Judith that Christmas when she kissed you for the first time while carol singing the moon bright and stars out flashing in the night sky you spat out another cherrystone there’ll be an orchard of cherry trees here in years to come your mother said scanning the woodland and tall grass you’ll have to bring me back and see she added laughing how do you feel? you asked a bit sore but otherwise all right be glad to get home but they want me to go to a convalescent home run by nuns for a few weeks to recover will you go? you asked they insist I go somewhere so might as well go to the nuns she said miss you at home you said the others will miss you too your mother went silent the lines on her forehead screwed up as she thought and you remembered Judith’s arms around your waist and the big hug she gave you as her lips met yours penny for them your mother said for what? you said your thoughts she said if I had a penny for all my thoughts you said I’d be a rich man Mother laughed then said think on Son and as much as you can. © 2012 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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