The world was safe in 1973,
Nobody died, a houseful of relatives,
brother, mother, father and dog,
great grandma, two nans, a granddad, a step granddad,
A step great grandfather, an uncle and aunt,
and an aunt and uncle, three female cousins.
A crowded house of kin.
A safe place to go slightly mad.
Did I have a girlfriend?
probably Susan Lovelly,
A nice girl to love in safety.
By 1974, all was to change,
and the dance with death…
made celebrations hard to take.
all the empty seats…
And over time you grow to occupy each,
first the father’s, then the grandfather’s,
then the widowers…
and mortality etches lines across your face,
and death chokes the joy of it all.
Does hope die too?
I don’t think so.
HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY EVERYONE, ENJOY THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU, EVEN WHEN THEY DRIVE YOU CRAZY, BECAUSE EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM WILL LEAVE AN EMPTY SEAT AT SOME POINT IN YOUR LIFE.