Da turns his head and grannys dead.
And life says;
There goes Nora, with her clasped hands and rosary bands.
Shes gone now. No more slippers or Bing Crosby.
No more simple philosophy
No more guessing times by the number of chimes when the clocks
A turn of the head away.
No more ugly floors, no more squeaking doors,
No more swift slaps or woolly laps,
None of that.
No more staying up late, no more clean that feckin plate
No more quick fixes and sneaky Twixs when your mas not looking.
No more sweets for sucking.
No more pots and pans and decorated fans with fauna and flora.
She loved that, her fauna and flora.
Well, thats all gone.
No more Nora.
And off life goes down the next left.















Comments
it's poignant, i love the last line. it summarises the piece in a way, accepting her death by appreciating her life.
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The difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad.
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Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver!
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Those who say something is impossible should not interrupt the person doing it
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