Listening to you, whistling at the sink, hands swishing
tea towel tucked in your belt, sleeves rolled to the elbow,
setting sun gleaming on hair that whitened overnight
for reasons you, a peaceful man, cannot share.
You tell me, you kissed goodbye to your bride –
The Only Girl in the World for you – she smiling
waving, steam shrouded – on packed Paragon
station, egg sandwich squashed in your pocket.
I cried reading Vera’s Brittain’s story. Her loss
of Roland, Edward, Robert and Victor, and Oh!
What a Lovely War! was not for you,
nor words like grief or sadness. Yet you, my sunny
Granddad, taught me the French for bread
Marg’s poetry has been published in several magazines including Orbis, Reach, Cannon’s Mouth, Message in a Bottle and Ink, Sweat & Tears. She was Warwick’s poet laureate 2009-10. Her novel, A Time for Peace, was published by Cinnamon Press in October 2016. You can read more of her work here.