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Uncle Tissie's Secret
AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Uncle Tissie's Secret

Poem By Alison Cassidy

His face seemed to sag -
after the stroke.

He'd been a real stunner too,
a Cary Grant look-alike
with dark fizzy curls
into corrugated order.

'He was the only one of us
I saw mother cuddle'
mum used to say.

But 'something happened'
at boarding school
and he 'went quiet'
and ran away.

Joined the navy
during the war.
Married his 'Jeanie
with the Light Brown Hair'
who drank and smoked
at bright parties
where Tissie sang
and charmed.

A handsome couple -
they loved
and hated
each other
in equal measure.

After the stroke
he grew happier somehow.
Enjoyed his disability pension
and made furniture
with his good arm.
Turned many a stick of old cedar
into a chest of drawers.

Never sang again though...

He was well into his eighties
when he died.
Took his secret with him.

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Comments (12)

Can't add anything to what's already been said in the comments below, just that you touched me too. s
Allie this poem stirred the memories. My father died of a stroke and he took many secrets to his grave. Left a lot of unanswered questions with us to this day. Yes, it really stirred the memories. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Great poem. David
I enjoyed the read...it is a skill...to admire I see in you...........
Oh Allie. To paint this story, with such restraint and detachment, yet deliver so much you never said. What a skill you have! Danny
Well written. I am glad this uncle got happier after his stroke and maybe even forgot the something that happened while making those chests of drawers. A ten! Sincerely, Connie Webb
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