I certainly didn't think that retirement was going to have this blast-off, but there we go. We are where we are and with great difficulty have to make something of it. It is the season and part of the season for us is a birthday that we have been celebrating
for forty-nine years now. I wrote this for Margot. I hope you enjoy it and share it and comment on it.
A SETTLED DAY
Now mornings find us in a reshaped room, the new tenancy. Coffee and cookies, two seats at window, madam perched between; her rounded face, her sharp demanding look; grandchild boss, bottle in hand; our every day birthday blessing.
Peter Clarke 17th December 2020
Beautiful poem Peter, very concise and complete, I see your window seat granddaugter boss in between you and Margot, your love and delight in the baby.
Heinz and Jutta Rohlfing, Hagen.
We live it. Greetings to Margot.
Lovely moment captured.
Could picture the scene perfectly.
Charming and touching, Peter. Thanks for sharing.
Triona Mc Morrow
Ps! Would you consider putting a comma after the first word, Now? T
Triona Mc Morrow
Peter, Lovely, loving poem, a great celebration of inter generational livingT I love the phrase “in a reshaped room”, I am thinking it is a description of a changed way of life! T t
Great poem Peter. Encapsulates a life cycle with joy.
I love it Peter. Keep them coming
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.