He'd pulled her
from the wrekage.
Literally out of
her upturned car.
Life hadn't been kind.
He waited bedside
as she recovered.
A total stranger
who warmed that
empty space within him.
Twenty three years later
she'd left him
for that hope
in our minds
some call heaven.
But now, here,
on the beach,
he looked out to sea
there she was,
calling to him.
He knew she wasn't there
but oh, did he want
her to be there.
So easily he could wade
out to where she wasn't
to be together again.
But no. Reality clicked in.
Always clicked in.
There would be
no romance
suddenly gagging
for breath
inhaling gobfuls
of water, drowning.
Better his gentle drowning
of futile days
and lonely evenings.
Library lost and
bus pass drifting.
Charity weekday lunches
with the ruthless toothless.
Smile again and
shrug it off.
And think about
the next little treat
life has to offer.
Oooh yes!
an ice cream
here at the seaside
with the grandchildren.
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Our lives can have bad times thrust upon us but we can survive and eating an ice cream with grandchildren at the seaside is a wonderful bonus in our lives.
Andy
Thank you sir. I just thought this sort of piece provides an insight of what could lie beneath the surface of that smile on an aging face at the seaside loving the time spent with grandkids.
Life always go on my friend. Thats why raspberry ripple was invented
And the spoon mate, don't forget that's why they invented the spoon.
Not me mate im old old school mate
Very nice I need to read more of your work
My grandkids are all growing up now and I do miss the younger years when they were so dependant and cuddly - thankfully they are all turning into young sensible people - all 6 of them. Great write dusk.
I love my little ones to bits too. They're great for lifting the spirits as i outline with this piece. Thank u sir.
Filled with natural pathos this taste of growing older and missing what was and is now in the memory...... love and its results brings many a tear behind ageing smiles. Impressive lines my friend.
Yes life is a funny old game and i was trying to illustrate how moody moments of recollection can cross our path at any time. Thank you for your nice words.
Pow... Beautifully done!
Little kids and dogs keep a part of you forever young yes? Thanks Dan.
That or grumpy my friend!
The verse describes well how much a smile may cover my friend. -- loneliness inside is such a great challenge.
We war our smiles like freebie Max Factor.
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