Delta40
10-29-2012, 05:25 PM
Dear old Jan
when those decrepit homes
cluttered full of untold tales
tumbled down
in chunks of fibro, asbestos and wood,
you made me cups of tea
and brought each resident ghost
into the room.
For a moment they hovered,
smiling, wailing or silent
only to mysteriously slip away.
I could never resist your fruit cake
and saw your grey features giggle
back to days I had never breathed.
Nanny and you at Plymouth beach;
The toil of freedom in Tasmania.
Closing in,
the bulldozer crashed its way
into the heart of your story
and as the thick overgrowth of
your garden was lost,
another loyal friend dropped by.
How odd you said
as you were carried away.
Old Purdey howled for you
but you would always remember
the name of everyone
who had lived on your street.
when those decrepit homes
cluttered full of untold tales
tumbled down
in chunks of fibro, asbestos and wood,
you made me cups of tea
and brought each resident ghost
into the room.
For a moment they hovered,
smiling, wailing or silent
only to mysteriously slip away.
I could never resist your fruit cake
and saw your grey features giggle
back to days I had never breathed.
Nanny and you at Plymouth beach;
The toil of freedom in Tasmania.
Closing in,
the bulldozer crashed its way
into the heart of your story
and as the thick overgrowth of
your garden was lost,
another loyal friend dropped by.
How odd you said
as you were carried away.
Old Purdey howled for you
but you would always remember
the name of everyone
who had lived on your street.