THE UNCLE
The uncle lived out of townHe lived alone
In his ramshackle of a house
A fire always lit , kettle always
On the boil , teapot always piping
Hot
Two armchairs , over stuffed
With horse hair
People , of all ages would find their way
To uncles house , door always on the latch
In they'd come , sit in the one spare armchair
Both looked in the flames of the fire
Till the visitor were ready to talk
The uncle , always ready to listen
Never sat in judgement
They'd , talk , uncle listened , pore out two mugs of tea
He'd listen , saying very , little
They'd talk , some times cry , uncle , listened
When they were all talked out , both stood up
Hugged
The caller , left
Uncle put another log on the fire
And waited to once more some sat in the vacant armchair
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-05-12 at 22:44
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