TO LATE TO SAY
There's a mountain of movement,I see in the breeze. There's more to this,
Than the swaying of trees.
If only mum was here wouldn't feel so alone,
(Still remember the day she died,
and the feeling it leaves deep inside).
Storms a brewing she would say,
Feel it in my bones,
Another one off the family.
That left me all on my own:
Nobody calls nobody speaks,
Sod all of them I yelled.
Another tree swayed then fell,
Car's flew by through the air.
Rest of my family just wouldn't care.
As emotions ran over me,
Waves rose up as did my fear's.
Stood on the beach nobody near,
Just before the tsunami hit.
My phone wrang:
"Sorry it's been to long can you come over?
We found some item's hidden in the attic,
We know you didn't do anything wrong.
Can you say something it's been to long.
I stood on the beach I just couldn't speak,
Looked at that wave to late to say.
What I wanted to say, Found out I still cared.
Hearing her voice was joyous,
" Hello dear brother are you still there."
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-20 at 02:18
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