A talker, this One.

 

Stephanie and Elizabeth. Newer family additions.

“Has that poor woman delivered 
Her baby yet. Three 
days now.” 
April 6, 1951. 
London St. Joseph Hospital. 
Came out bawling right away. 
At the indignities. 

This one’s a talker. 

April of 1956 
Kindergarten class. 
Doing face in the corner time 
Repeatedly. 
This one’s a talker. 


April of 1951 
Saturday in bed. Late. 
Finishing latest Tarzan novel. 
At breakfast table 
Mom and Dad endured 
The re-cap. 
This one’s a talker. 

April of 1965 
Telling young brother Scott 
Those amazing 
Imagined tales 
Just for fun and 
Times together. 
This one’s a talker 

April of 1976 
Call to the Bar ceremony 
Barrister, Solicitor 
Yeah, this one’s a talker. 

April of 1987 
Business had crashed. 
No talk could get around 
My Banker. 
Weeks and months 
Talking with sweet daughter Lauren 
In our walkabouts. 
She was effectively my therapy. 
Kept me talking. Thankfully. 

April of 2022 
Visiting dear Mom 
In Seniors’ home. 
Mom almost 96 in age 
Cognitive is failing. 
Memory shot to hell. 


So I fill in 
For conversation 
Rich happy memories. 
(She passed in September. 
She brought me life. 
Remembered with joy.)

Note: did the tapping easily…on my Ipad…gift from my brother Scott…when I recovered from surgery…Christmas of 2017. 

Thereafter cancer free.This April my birthday. Age 72. Still talking, writing poems, blogging, playing sweet harmonicas, growing in camera skills. All delightful