In memory of Norma Spencer, a kind and loving friend, on passing the hospice, by chance, where we last met 20 years ago.


twenty years

it must be
twenty years or so
since I was here

twenty years since
I held her hand
before what was to be
unbeknown to me
her longest sleep

we had talked
about our kids
and the future
without her protection
that had cost her dear

if only I had known
that those pains
in her head
no optician could solve

perhaps I could have been
quicker
more pushy
about her going
for a check-up

but she was
a free spirit
impossible to move
when her mind
was made up
her Mum's shopping
her grandson growing
big and strong
my damned typing
all came first

so here we were
her thanking me
me thanking her
hand in hand
side by side
as the light
flickered out
or did just a bit
of it transfer
to me

I lost
and found
the dearest friend
that January morning



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2010-03-10 at 21:18

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A warm memory, and a peaceful ending.
2010-03-11


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
I think a part always transfers...
and lives on inside us.
That is love.
Best wishes.
2010-03-11


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad but beautiful poem

Stan
2010-03-11


NicholasG
20/20 hindsight can be an immense curse. Perhaps if your dear friend had been the one to listen, she might not have been such a sparkling gem.
My sympathies Peter. The really dearest of friends are few and far between.
Nick
2010-03-11


mark nwagwu
a beautiul, moving write reminding us, urging us, to press for action, and not to take no for an answer - and the pace is musical
2010-03-10