04-25-2015, 06:30 AM
In the willows
I can still run
I know what's around each corner,
no need for hesitation,
but if I stay too long
bath night comes
and Sunday evening stomachs
rumble on.
Granddad couldn't remember how,
hospital to house.
such vulnerability,
place names lost
to scrabble, turned over blank,
a new game.
His Captains map
washed away in a blood clot.
So, hood up
never make eye contact,
long term memory
more precious than short.
I have my map
it's crumpled,
stained with an old tea bag for authenticity
and kept beneath the look
on Granddads face,
lest I should forget
the streets
and what gave me my name.
I can still run
I know what's around each corner,
no need for hesitation,
but if I stay too long
bath night comes
and Sunday evening stomachs
rumble on.
Granddad couldn't remember how,
hospital to house.
such vulnerability,
place names lost
to scrabble, turned over blank,
a new game.
His Captains map
washed away in a blood clot.
So, hood up
never make eye contact,
long term memory
more precious than short.
I have my map
it's crumpled,
stained with an old tea bag for authenticity
and kept beneath the look
on Granddads face,
lest I should forget
the streets
and what gave me my name.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out