Teflon Tom

The bed empty lies, the cutains are drawn
The night has passed by, we look to the dawn.
No labouring breath our silence to break,
or lingering looks we no longer take.
A hand raised to wave a last lonely farewell
we saw your last smile,but we never could tell
if when we returned you would still be here
and hoped that our chatter would slate all your fears.
You were an old sailor who saw death and war
and yet still you questioned what was it all for?
In later years though you found love in someone,
that person you loved was our own lovely mum.
And though she now maybe cant bring us to mind
I know in her heart all the words we would find.
She’d want you to know that you were her last love,
her champion, her guardian ,her gift from above.
She knows how you cared and  you cried for her pain
and if she could say she would tell you again..
That you were the sunshine she felt in her life
and she was so proud to be almost your wife.
Her heart she sends with you, please treat it with care
And give it back to her when she reaches you there.

Lodigiana xx

This was written for  Tom,my mothers partner for the last 20 years, who died recently and will be buried on Monday. Mum has dementia but although Tom  doesnt ...he moved into the dementia care home to be close to and care for my mum. He was 96 and although he was quite ill for the last year or so ..he seemed to always recover well.. absolutely nothing  could stuck to  him!!..hence the reason we called him 'Teflon Tom'!