My Uncle Mike and I were close; a lot of the stuff on 'Keepers' was a reaction to his illness and subsequent death. As any member of my family will tell you, I'm not great at keeping in touch, but I did my best with Mike, getting over to see him in Felixstowe whenever possible. On his feet he was fine, seemingly unbreakable; once his legs went the stuffing went out of the man. This was written after a later visit.
I changed his gender to make it less specific; maybe as a way of distancing myself from the inevitable.
A Truth Revealed
She sits grey and golden
Wearing nothing but a smile
Which promises too much
That holy half-light
Softens the facts
Hard and unwholesome
Her face sets like a broken spell
A truth revealed
Milky blue eyes fix me with a question
No one asked me to do this
I chose to
He was one of the best!x
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