My Santiago

But simple is not always the best

path.

We never seem to pay heed when it is too obvious?

Funny that?

So I will resume our Saturday mornings,

Our after – school – cup of tea – debriefs,

Our coffees, this time at any place I please,

And listen to the wisdom of your ‘wordless words’

as you give them to me,

Willingly, lovingly, unconditionally.

Part (2) Seven Years on

(2018)

And now we are seven years on,

And so much has changed in that time.

You would have made that century stand,

If you were still around – 100 not out,

“Carried her bat through the innings”,

They would have said.

I grow older (as we all do)

Even closer to that age when I saw you as old – er,

Now knowing epiphanies ,

Shut to my senses,

some few years ago,

When death was distant,

Not so distant now.