Kevin Hulme

All the Lonely People

Yes I Remember Dear Sally 

She could be seen in her Garden odd times,

So fond of Gilbert and Sullivan 

And  could sing all those Dizzying Rhymes.

With Love she would Water the flowers 

Up-Weed every blemish for the Barrow near by;

And when done would stand with a Grimace:

\'Old Bones\' she could frequently sigh.

 

It was I recall a fine Tuesday 

When I passed by her \'Tidy\' old Home;

She  Hello\'ed a \' Very good Morning\'

Like the Spring she was Apt to condone.

How she talked of Iris and Tulips 

With such JOY that she came full alive;

And the Merits of Green Tea for Nutrients,

By which her Garden so gloriously thrived.

I can see her now Studiously Standing 

For in the eye of the Mind she remains;

A Calico dress of deep Yellow,

And a Cream Hat for the Sun or the Rain.

Fading Blue shoes of the Espadrille kind 

Much worn and studded with Soil;

The Gardening Cloves that told a tale

Of the Seasons repetitive toil.

\'Would you like some Tea Dear\'? 

She asked as She stood by the Gate;

\'No time I\'m Afraid, I\'m sorry;

Were Six words ever burdened by fate?

For a look of Expected excceptance 

Gave way to the familiar old Song;

\'Well maybe next time when your Passing\',

And with that all Conversation was done.

 

Of her Death I was told by a Neighbour 

They said She was lonely of Heart;

No friends or family were Noticed,

It\'s assumed they all Drifted apart.

But the Pain that keeps on repeating 

Like the Heart from a Tale written by Poe;

Is the acceptance of Tea when she offered,

And the difference my presence could show:

And the difference my presence could show.