1967 VISIT.

Sunny day that hospital visiting day she outside in a chair smoking a cigarette I sat in a chair next to her wouldn't let me out she said wanted to meet you in London but the docs put their spoke in the wheel and the parents are none too happy about it means they have to visit me rather than I go to them I said nothing let her speak on get it out of her system she had this dressing gown on her hair tied back in an untidy bun bright red slippers on her feet if I didn't have these cigarettes I’d go completely over the wall with the other fruit cakes in here she said they said you were here at the hall I said I went there first Warwick said you were here bought you these and I gave her a pack of smokes and a small box of chocolates she took the gifts with her free hand and placed them beside her on the grass God you are good to me if we were in the City I’d repay you she said no need I said given out of love not lust she smiled guess so she said they keep that small cupboard locked now she said after that time we had it off in there she said I looked back towards the hospital ward a few yards away too small anyway I said she inhaled slow on the cigarette her eyes half closing due to the smoke do you really get that church tambourine banging thing? she asked the essence yes I said not necessarily the trappings she stared at me her free hand in her lap the other holding the cigarette to one side I suppose people need to believe something in this darn circus of a world she said guess so I said she looked down towards the road some fifty yards away where traffic moved slowly by and as she moved she crossed her legs a glimpse of thigh caught my weary eye.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

terry-collett

English

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write