Catamite
07-15-2013, 08:35 PM
Though shut by experience into new life:
old sprigs still scratch up through fresh soil
but I hardly dare tend to those pastures.
Half-forgetting my grandfather and his second wife
until my mother arranges we visit, the pressures
of guilt are difficult a while afterwards to bear; for his intial toil
becoming of immigrants of their kind
in England and his now drifting existence:
a pension, allotment patch, my mother's occasional calls and the occasional shop
at Tesco's never seemed appealing. I always wish to make penance
somehow, yet, unknowing and unable, am resigned
to this life for him; and only hope my own life will not stop
at such vengeful junctures of lame, murky peace.
old sprigs still scratch up through fresh soil
but I hardly dare tend to those pastures.
Half-forgetting my grandfather and his second wife
until my mother arranges we visit, the pressures
of guilt are difficult a while afterwards to bear; for his intial toil
becoming of immigrants of their kind
in England and his now drifting existence:
a pension, allotment patch, my mother's occasional calls and the occasional shop
at Tesco's never seemed appealing. I always wish to make penance
somehow, yet, unknowing and unable, am resigned
to this life for him; and only hope my own life will not stop
at such vengeful junctures of lame, murky peace.