GRIEF TALK 1997A Poem by Terry CollettTWO WOMEN IN EIRE IN 1997 AND TALK OF GRIEF AND LOVENuala lies beside Una in the small bed in her bedsit they had just had sex and were lying there smoking my Ma died Una says I got a letter this morning o sorry Nuala says turning to look at Una when? last weekend couldn't they have said before this? Nuala asks no one talks with me it was a friend who wrote to me and said Una says were you close to your mother? Nuala asks no she shut me out once she found out I was gay Una says how did she died? cancer like my Da both heavy smokers Una says stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray by the bed Nuala takes a quick puff of her cigarette and stubs it out in the same ashtray leaning across Una they kiss then Nuala lies back beside her again and hugs her when's the funeral? I don't know can't go anyway too much trouble from the others Una says that's sad not going to your ma's funeral that's how it is Una says what was your mother's last words to you? go to hell and she walked out on me and slammed the door and I left Una says maybe she'd forgiven you at the end? Nuala says no Ma never forgot nor forgave she'd not do that there is silence birds sing from outside hum of passing traffic I'd best go Brian will be wondering where I am Nuala says she kisses Una's breast and gets up and dresses Una watches wishes she could stay and comfort longer she watches as Nuala brushes her hair and stares back at her in the dressing table mirror and mouths a kiss to her lying in bed and Una keeps it captured in her hand and to places it in her head. © 2016 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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