Fay Slimm.




Two strokes past midnight and your smile appears
to help me remember those decades ago when we
wrote secret messages in invisible ink and became
after lights out torch-authors of stories then games
with points won if we wrote ghost-tales at bed time

then we pledged by handshakes to keep reminders
that when trouble beset us to stand and be counted
in defence of true kinship, to lie each for each about
what, when and where, sealed with lemonade toasts
and bickies saved from afternoon tea but not stolen.

then as parting time came we sisters went two ways
one into nursing the other to perform well on stage
yet we talked over action when homesickness struck
and shoulders were cried on when goodbyes begun.

Still stored in folders your fondness for drying petals  
and now you are gone Sis. all scent smells of lemons.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 6th, 2023 03:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.
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  • Lorna

    Oh my goodness how this touched me Fay......absolutely beautiful.....thank you

    • Fay Slimm.

      Bless you for caring for Kinship dear Lorna. So so grateful you felt moved by the lines.

    • Neville

      I don't care what that dog might say or think .. Fuck it, this just made my eyes leak Fay .. and I swear, if I had favouwrites, this would be there among those perched topmost .. 💜x

      • Fay Slimm.

        Thanking yu so very sincerely my dear Sir N. - - this took some time to write and not cry and smudge lines........... x

      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        "Kinship" is a beautifully written poem that celebrates the enduring bond between siblings. ..

        • Fay Slimm.

          Your comment is much appreciated Mot - I am so pleased you enjoyed the read of Kinship.

        • Rocky Lagou

          This poem is just bursting with all types of sentiments, and I am loving everything about it. That sense of communion with a beloved, always in the back of our heads, it's so beautiful that we wish it would last forever.

        • orchidee

          A fine write Fay.
          Now Neville may be referring to my dog Fido. He does not mind eyes leaking. He only minds folk not marking poems 18+ when they should be. It sets him off barking!

        • MendedFences27

          A touching poem about the bond between sisters. Written such that it brings emotions to arise, "and shoulders were cried on." Yet there is some joy in the memories that it evokes. A wonderful poem. - Phil A.

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