Cool breezes stroking the water
The fishing lines cast
Grubby fingers grasping sandwiches
Cups of warm soup - early morning
The promise of trout for supper
A crackling, warm fire
The cat sleeping in the hearth, replete
Counting the takings - pounds, shillings and pence
Then a card game, Newmarket or whist
Laughter, and up to the warm quilted bed,
Begging to read in the lamplight
'Dim ond haner awr, cariad'
All a lifetime ago
Today the rattling train takes me home
The young man who held my hand by the river
Is now the old man asleep in the chair
His own hands twisted in pain
His hair white, his face lined with regret
The small child I see in the picture on the mantel
Is the woman I see in the mirror above,
Her face scarred by experience, by sadness and loss
Yet this is where I was born
This man tramped the fields with me
Kissed the hurt from grazed knees
And was strong when I was weak
For all the roads not taken, both his and mine
All the time and distance spent apart
We are joined forever in weakness, strength and love
Gaynor Madoc Leonard, 2012
That is so beautiful, what a priceless way to remember, emotional and stirring, brings the images into your mind.
Thanks so much, I appreciate it.
Ewe are welcome, great poem
A nice tribute - to your 'Da', one must assume. I like it - and 'liked' it.