To My Cousin

You were there to keep us safe
with smile that warmed and tongue that strafed.
You were there to see us fed
and ‘homeworked’ when we’d play instead.
You were there.

I saw you at the GTC
in big boots and dungarees.
I ate with you at Christmas time
with Sean and the treasured ones
and didn’t mind it wouldn’t rhyme.
You were there.

And where were we amid your need?
Shrivelled in own cares and woes:
so damaged by time and life
could not afford your pain to heed,
but that is how selfishness goes.
Still, you can say when gnashing’s rife
that you were there.

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About phoenixmartin

C&G IT; BTEC Business Studies; BSc Hons Grad - Dipl Lit - published writer and poet working on play. Masters Ed
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