for my uncle.
a yorkshireman of wit and humour
my linchpin.


Spare Words

As I think of you
Few words say so much.

I could call upon a thousand words
To describe you
But will not.
I will hang onto that naughty smile
That wit
That grit that grounded us
Mixed along with the wry humour.

Grief and pride
Grief and pride.

How could you ever
Leave us.

As memories peruse the ancestors
We watch the offspring play.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-15 at 01:51

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Kathy Lockhart
a beautiful memoir with some great imagery.
2009-10-16


Rob Graber
Liking this, especially its gently upbeat ending!
2009-10-15


NicholasG
As a relative of Yorkshire, my thoughts are with you.
Nick
2009-10-15


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved all of this; in the particular, the moment I was left with in the last two lines. Thanks so much for sharing.
2009-10-15