Bring on the day
When that dark water where I trawl for words which more and more elude me
When that black pool
Is void, and all the fish have slipped away
Leaving me silent, nothing left to say,
A mumbling fool.
Bring on the day
Bring on the day
When in the Home I’ll see a tall young man
Maybe a student or a volunteer
Deep-voiced, with laughing eyes, a ready smile
And maybe a word from that dead pool will come and . . .
“Darling!” I’ll cry, I’ll weep and kiss his hand.
Embarrassed and surprised, he’ll back away
Until the other staff speak in his ear,
“Just humour her. There is no other way
She’ll see her son again.”
Bring on the day,
And in that sweetest moment of delight
Bring on the night.