Feeling the love
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Deborah Tomlin
Lovers
Her toes peep from the plaster,
gently he puts on the sock.
Go carefully, he had said,
taking her hand. Slippery leaves.
Still she went down.
They heard the snap
like the crackle of a bonfire.
Shetells me all over again
while Dad pops to the shops,
buys a few bits for lunch.
He comes back, makes more tea,
answers the phone, gives her an aspirin,
alert to her every grimace, sigh, look.
The ambulance man
brought my glove round you know.
Yes, Mum, I say. Lovely of him.
In the kitchen Dad tells me
how he fears his cancer;
loss of dignity, pain, how he will die –
leaving Mum behind.
I take out the rubbish, cry into the
dustbin.
she calls as I step back inside.He rolls his eyes, grabs another sock warmfrom the radiator. She nods.He leans towards her; they touch noses,smile into one another’s eyes,kiss again and againas if in an old black and white movieset for a happy ending.
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