Monday, 13 January 2014

Memorial, a poem by Adam Common

Such a ticking to claim the tiniest of lives.
Such a tapping, as loud and lovely as you are,
And I remember.
The long night.
The bitter twist.
Our boy survives,
And we held you firm for all those long morning hours,
And I remember.
You'd sit quiet beneath the desk, await our advance,
And lunge, and grunt, and stomp, and chewed while I scratched you,
And I remember.
I'd wake at your turns, gladdened by your noisome dance,
Because you lived, and ate, and drank, and licked my hand,
And I remember.
Such a toll to claim the most meaningful of lives.
Such a clamour, as loud and lovely as you are,
And I remember.


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