Poem -

five's a strange number

another coffin 
First thought as I wake
second is time
I cannot be late
Third is that cat 
he has climed on my face
No bloody respect
In this too sunny place

I try for a memory
Something special to hold but
You slip through my thoughts
like a pint of smooth gold
I'm dressed now, not ready
I wear red
Like they said

I really try for your 'gone ness'
but somehow instead

Find I can't wait to see you
In your company to be
We six In the pub
Like we ever should be

Five's a strange number brawd
Odd    Incomplete
My last thought is coffins
You arrive in Mam's street and

it's real
❤❤❤

M ~

 

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Bernadete van d...

I suppose five is a good number if everyone is alive, but in this case,
yes, it's an odd and strange number.   B 
 

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Jac Fables

I have an odd habit of confirming everything five times in my head. Almost like Moses and the Ten Commandments. Great Write.

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sparrowsong

Hello M...

Odd for sure...

Odd when it comes to Statistics too my friend...

Creative and Sad write...

Thank you for sharing...

S x

 

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Shirley Harrison

I can only say, I felt this with all its might because of all the things I observed when my brother died was my mother. You bring back the darkest of memories but you also bring back my present day so its amazing poetry. Kudos 🌹

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Marion

Thanks so much love x

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