Written in memoriam of Brian’s late father John Henry Hick

762

 

You are Gone; and it’s almost a year

Since we stood mute, not knowing what to say,

Where grief transmuted all that would be clear,

For You are Gone.

 

But life has rumbled on and day by day

Though we cannot forget the pain and fear

We felt those final weeks, the gentler play

 

Of memory has eased the scars that seer,

Bringing back your smile, your quiet way,

To strengthen us as we stand waiting here

For You are Gone.

 

 

763

What’s money for!

 

What’s money for! You said, knowing that we

Were not exactly rich, but had enough

To splash out on our annual holiday.

What’s money for!

 

Though you were always careful with the stuff

It wasn’t cash that took us on a spree

But your delight to have more than enough

 

Rather than spoil she ship for the odd ha’penny

Which would not be missed, if things got tough,

When we could ride on our banked memory.

What’s money for!

 

Brian Hick

June 2010

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