It’s Monday the 17th of July, 1995, I sit on the sofa reading the paper, as my beautiful Wife walks in with my cup of tea;
I see butterflies fluttering outside in the morning sun, as I look down the garden checking out my Avery.
My Wife and I make plans for my retirement, which is just over a week away;
After a lifetime of working, I wonder just how I will spend each and every single day.
My Wife truly is my other half, after a lifetime together we are no longer two people, we are bonded as one;
My Wife fussing around making cheese straws, as we prepare a welcome for my Grandson.
I watch on smiling, as she runs the Hoover across the floor;
The doorbell echoes through the hallway, it’s my Grandson waiting patiently at the door.
He has grown so big, as I offer him a seat;
My Wife is still fussing, as she offers him the entire kitchen to eat.
We laugh and talk for the day, catching a moment in time;
My Grandson is just like me, as I look into his eyes I see a legacy which is mine.
I say “we will have Fish and Chips for dinner, why don’t you stay and have tea with us”;
My Grandson replies “thank you, but I am going out with my friends tonight, and it won’t be long before I catch the homeward bound bus”.
I walk with him to the bus stop, whilst I push my bike, so I can fetch home our tea;
As he hugs me goodbye I whisper, “Don’t leave it so long, before you come back and see me”.
He boards the bus and runs to the back, so he can wave me goodbye;
As the bus pulls away, tears start to fall from the sky.
I get our dinner and quickly ride home, trying to get out of the rain;
As we sit eating our Fish and Chips, my chest feels discomfort, which then turns into pain.
My Wife looks worried as she says “darling, are you alright”, I tremble out “I will be fine, I think I just need something to drink”;
As she runs into the kitchen, I feel my heart squeeze real tight, as my body starts to sink.
My plate smashes down onto the floor, as my Wife rushes back in, lights flash past my life;
I grab my chest, as I crash down to the floor, I see heaven through the eyes of my angelic Wife.
Everything is going dark, tears fall from my eyes, as I don’t want to say goodbye to my love;
I hold my Wife’s hand, whispering “I love you”, as my soul rises up into the beautiful blue skies above.
I write this letter from the heavens, watching over a family who would make any man proud;
I seal this letter with a kiss, as I watch it float down from my cloud.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011
A FATHER, A GRANDAD, A FRIEND
WHO WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN