Lemon DrizzleA Poem by Chris Shaw
Five years ago today
I baked a cake. "Bully for you", I hear you say. Well for me it wasn't an everyday occurrence. It was an act of love, a gift for my brother Steve to lift his spirits in an hour of need, felled by the dreaded spread of cancer from liver to brain. Cancer that cruelly crept cat-like after the trauma of transplant that fed us and him a sliver of hope in the scope for a longer life. He aquired a sweet tooth, out of the blue it arrived, took the pair of us by surprise. Returned us to decades before when we pooled pocket money. When black jacks were purchased a penny for four, not forgetting sherbert dips and the stain of liquorice on teeth and lips. Now he was buying sweets again. "Take these for the journey home", he'd say. "Something to chew on the way." If it hadn't been so bloody tragic I would have laughed that here we were years later doing the same old thing. Now back to the cake I baked, sadly I left it too late, the following day it drizzled plenty, not a lemon in sight. Just rain and plenty of it, plus an avalanche of tears.
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Added on August 13, 2019Last Updated on August 13, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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