There we sat
In the coffee house,
My lover,
Our daughter, the artist,
Our Granddaughter,
The English Scholar.
We sat drinking our coffee
Talking of art,
Talking of language.
My dementia laden wife
Just listening,
Not understanding,
As we talked of our worlds.
The world of art,
The world of language,
And the world of poetry.
The time just disappeared
And it was time to leave,
We said our loving goodbyes.
My lover and I returned home
And as I was sitting in thought
It struck me,
That one thing that I missed,
In my wife’s world of dementia,
Was intelligent conversation.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The painting is a commission by our Daughter of Robert Hardy. He was a Patron of the Tewkesbury Medieval Festival until he died a year ago. On Sunday a yew tree is going to be planted in his memory and the painting will be donated to the Festival. It shows Robert Hardy with a bow as archery was one of his main hobbies.
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Comments6
A fine write and pic Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
A talented daughter and just as I remember him - and a fine write to go with it.
Thank you Michael,much appreciated.
Andy,
A bit sad, but a beautiful poem! That great painting is so realistic that when I first saw it, I thought it was a photograph! I agree with Michael, your daughter is very talented!
While reading your poem, I could “see” you and your family in the coffeehouse enjoying your time together! Precious moments!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, indeed such precious moments with the family.
Thanks ANDY ~ Love SMETANA and the video ~ very haunting and out of this World ! Love the painting and DVD's I have of ROBERT in All Creatures Great & Small ~ Love Yorkshire ~ Love the Programme ! A great likeness congrats to your Daughter ~ You must be proud !
Thanks for sharing a tender moment and a tender thought. ANGELA is well read (on most subjects) and very intelligent ! She and I talk about everything and anything for hours and hours. Your poem made me contemplate a silent ANGELA and I cried ~ CARPE DIEM ~ For who knows what a day may bring forth ? Yours BRIAN
Thank you for your kind words Brian. I too have all the episodes of All Creatures Great and Small. My wife and I have spent a great deal of time, in the past, walking the Yorkshire Dales and we have seen the house where the vets worked and also had a pint in the pub where Jame and Helen had their honeymon.
Definitely sad, but a great write Andy! I can't imagine what you must go through, though I'll say a prayer!
Thank you Christina. Your prayers are so welcome - thank you.
excellent!
Thank you onepauly, much appreciated.
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