The Shrinky Family – Chapter 9
April 18, 2024
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This is a poem my sister gave me recently. It is written in the hand writing of my late mother who passed away last year. Recorded on an old piece of wall paper. I can only guess it was written about her Father who served in the British Navy during World War 1
Across The Bar
He sits at the bar
Surrounded by smoke
Stares in his beer
Nobody spoke
Elderly, grey
Perhaps deep in a dream
Nobody speaking
Nor asks what he’s seen
Drinking too much
Is he trying to forget?
Hours in the sea
Is the cold with him yet?
Over the months
I hear bits of his story
Convoy Commander
Once fighting for glory
Who is to know
Why the chap in the corner
Drinks himself stupid
Now old and a loner
Oh! write me not off
When you see me at first
Perhaps I have reason
For quenching my thirst
Margaret Keady – Circa late 1930
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Hey Mel
I like that poem. Dont judge a book by its cover.
Hope you are well.
Mark
Thanks Mark for your comment – my sister found this poem while going through some of my Mothers belongings.Gald you liked it – as they say the apple does not fall far from the tree.
Take care
Mel
ps. your big day is not to far away
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem.. x
Many Thanks Aine Maire for you comments. Take care, regards Mel x
Very very good poem Mel – you inherited your gift for poetry from your mother!
Thanks Cathy, Yes I think you might be right. Regards Mel