Monday 18 September 2023

In Memoriam


Ma. Possibly in Agra in the late 1960s.

A birthday is a hollow sock

when the person’s gone,

stockings empty of the present,

no chats on the phone.


A birthday is flowers and vase,

and some photographs,

a looping back and touching base

and cupcakes on behalf.


A birthday is a cloudy mood

the weight of milestones,

a mixed up bit of pensive glad

and darker undertones.


Although the day's a mooring too - 

pinning the year in place,

a chance to dial the chaos down,

to renew and retrace.


A thumbing of old albums and

a rough-edged thankfulness

that we had what we had when they

lived at the same address.