Within Four WallsA Poem by Chris Shaw
in a week from now
after a day of hard graft all evidence of an elderly woman's frugal living within her tidy time warp apartment will be consigned to two luton lorry loads and history clearance of all she owns taken away for disposal in a sustained way leaving her home empty of possessions though not of ghosts ghosts who regularly converse with me her mother and father my beloved grandparents who love her dearly talk in hushed tones unable to reason why she banked all her money without spending on simple day to day luxuries while her brother my sadly missed father says she is plain antisocial and blames it on early years of wartime evacuation to the country to live with strangers who influenced her eccentric behaviour then i reflect on other losses two husbands dead who were nursed through lengthy illness and her life without the gift of children lead me to admire that sense of resilient duty for those she cared about most she never warmed to thoughts of entertaining or taking up invitations from neighbours preferring instead to retreat behind a closed dark door chained and bolted in a world of her own making
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21 Reviews Added on October 14, 2022 Last Updated on October 14, 2022 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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