no more phone calls
Quite long sometimes we spoke
But now gone and no more.
Sometimes but rarely together
Face to face that last time unforgotten.
A football match the likes of which
She had never watched but she understood
mauling and scrimmaging and amazingly
the Wallabies won that day! Diana had just died.
Leading up to his death we always spoke
of computer problems which he valiantly tried
to overcome with rare success
but she never partook,
Still I wonder why they had
no interest in their grandchildren?
Unanswerable now of course!
As yet I have none but then how avid will I be?
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Posted: Aug 17
About this poem:Just family, and very small