JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)


for Bruce Dawe

God speed Andrew,
may the sun be at your back.
The leaves have dropped and
winter chills your three score
years and more.

It's some months since the hospice rang,
dissolving forty years.
'It should have been me'
you told the dead telephone.
You held her hand and promised.

A nice young couple bought the house.
'Have you lived here long? '
'Thirty-five years, ' you said.
'It's lovely, ' they told you.
You had to walk away.
'Sorry if we've...'
'It's alright, the agent reassured,
he's just a bit upset.'

Settle in thirty days?
Sooner if you like?
Thirty days is fine,
there are a few things.
We understand.

The agent rang,
the cheque's arrived.
One more walk around the house.
He thought he heard the children laugh?

What's left?
Check the list.
Tell the neighbours.
Warm the engine.
Don't forget to shut the gate.
It's a long drive to the sunshine coast.
Take it in easy stages.

'See, I didn't forget my glasses'

God speed Andrew,
may the sun be at your back.

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Your writing reminds me of Lee Crowells style.
this is nicely penned...I enjoy the beginning/ending lines as they allow this piece to radiate warmth..
It must have been tough to see a mate leave- hope you keep in touch with him. 10
You write so well about death and loss and the dying, with such uncluttered empathy.
this is nicely written..hope this is not written in teary eyes and trembling fingers..i like the flow tho it shows sadness..time to say goodbye...the hardest words to express..naizz
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