Saturday, 8 September 2012

If heaven had a phone ...

Last week I went to see my GP, just for a check up as I collected another prescription for my anti-depressants. I've come to terms with my little pills now although my doctor knows I am keen to stop taking them as soon as possible. We'll review that in 2 months!

While walking home I passed some new houses. There is quite an estate now where there were once allotments. I saw curtains and blinds up at the windows, cars in the driveways, signs of life.

When Andrew died, not yet 2 years ago, these houses weren't even built!

It reminded me of a poem I wrote back in March last year, my one sided conversation with Andrew telling him our news. I mentioned the new houses under construction.

Some people talk to their deceased relatives, and I don't mean through a medium or anything like that, just everyday ordinary conversations but I don't tend to do that. I only ever SHOUT at Andrew when something has gone wrong that he could have fixed!

But maybe I should write an up-dated poem of the things I would tell him now if he could telephone me from heaven like he used to ring me from the oil rig...

(words in italics are what Andrew would say to me in every phone conversation)

Anything else?

Thought I’d write
                Just to let you know
I’m doing fine
Well, as well as can be expected
                                                I suppose

                                Anything else?

The days are getting brighter
The sun has been quite warm
Everything is growing
                But I miss the sound of you on your “tractor” mowing the lawn

                                Anything else?

The shower’s still dripping
Sometimes it sounds like rain
But I got one problem fixed
Did you know we had blocked drains?

                                Anything else?

I know you’d rather hear the “gossip”
But there’s not a lot to say

                                Anything else?

I can tell you of my walk
And what I spied along the way

Those new houses by the school
What was the last you saw?
Roof trusses sit like skeletons now
In a line of four

And you know the “home” beside them?
Was your Dad there for a while?
It’s all knocked down!
The stunning view would really make you smile

                                Any post?

On some days there’s a big pile
And on others there is none
Lots of paperwork to sort out
And more filing to be done

                                How are the boys?

The boys?  On the computer
Still shouting very loud
Good reports from school though
Made me feel quite proud

                                How are you?

Me?  I told you.
Yes I’m fine
and you think fine’s - OK
Not much else to report
I’ll write again another day

                Anything else?

No just this little snapshot
Of what’s been going on
And how our lives continue
Even though you’ve gone…

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