The Spark of Hope
“The Sun is a star and so are you”
Lulles mommy on a starry night
“Toughen up young lad”
Bellows father tall - the shield he is
The shield he is…
“Stop,”I say “Stop”
Brother mine, devil incarnate
“On one condition” he sneers
Ugh, the list is endless
“Timmy” I beg, “Chip” she cries
The dog’s name is mine to decide
Arguments ensue, but all beware
My sister is not yours to share
School, school, oh why do you exist?
Time is too short to waste on lies and the dead
But what to do, it’s what the parents say
“You’ll need it in the future so do what you may”
Years go by, it gets tougher and tougher,
Exams and tests, another day perhaps?
Friends come and friends go
They pull you for your strengths
And drop you when you’re too weak to stand
Mama always told me,
“You don’t need friends,
God is your only true friend when your time comes to an end”
That’s easy to say and easy to believe
But what about high school,
Oh, I dreaded them bullies
Brethren told me once
They sneer, they tease, they pull your hair
Call you names and then they stare
I know now, that it’s worse than that
“Ugliness is an ugly word,” said grandma many a time
But not when you think it to be true, then its fine
Loneliness was a disease, at least in my school it was
But I told myself, “not at all who wander are truly lost’
Books were my best friend, had my nose living in one
Life outside is very different to the one I made up
Finished school, university too, hard it was
But who could escape the clutches of Horace Mann?
I got a job at a publishers office,
Worked for the joy and not for the luck
There I met my only her
The only woman, my only love
We met at a cafe right outside of work
We both sat there reading with a cup of coffee
She lost her bookmark, I found it for her
Little did I know then that,
She was the bookmark to my book
The map to my life
She said yes without a comma
I married her without a question
We had children three, her suggestion
She got sick after her trip back from Moscow
She got alright, don’t worry but I got you there
We moved houses, probably five
New memories, new places, her job asked for it
She moved, I followed
I stayed late at work most days
She never argued, she never frayed
She brought me coffee, a cookie if I was lucky
What to do? Diabetes got me quicker than age
We grew together with fights and laughs
Told the kids off for being too rough
They grew up, kindergarten, high school, university too
Oh how quick they grow, in numbers too
Grandparents we were, uncle and aunty too
They moved away and we retired
Sat in a hammock watching movies next to a fire
Blankets, pillows and popcorn too
The forts we built don’t need to speak about
We were old and yet felt youthful
Felt like time was relative
You choose the speed, you choose the speed
It’s all fairies and rainbows until the one you love
The one you need doesn’t claim to know you
Alzheimer's they said Alzheimer's they said.
She did not recognise the grandkids
She did not recognise the kids
She did not recognise her mother or father
She did not recognise me
Remember the bookmark, the wedding
The different houses, the cookie I sneaked to work
The coffee she always thought made me fatter
The pot belly of mine that only she could see
The secret place in the library where we keep
Our gifts we gave each other
The shirt, the feather, the picture of us on a roller coaster.
She doesn’t remember me
She doesn’t remember us
I never blamed her or fate,
She lived and that’s all matter
We lived for years in silence and confusion
That was okay
At least I got to see her radiant face every day
The day came when she left
Died next to me on the bed with a smile
She had one hand on my belly
The other she held my hand
Asked for my name and stopped breathing
I cried, I wasn’t strong, I cried.
My kids asked me to move in with them
I refused quite obviously
I spent the days after sitting on the hammock
Reading the library and drinking coffee
I wrote and wrote hoping that someday
Another sun will be born
With a life like mine,
maybe better, maybe worse
For even stars have finite lives
But they shine every day
Through the explosions,
Through the heat
All they need is a spark,
A spark of hope
Is all they need.`
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