Thread: A touching poem about old age and memory

Thread: A touching poem about old age and memory

The final post from our brilliant poet-in-res Remi Graves.

7 June 2017  // 


The final post from our brilliant poet-in-res Remi Graves.

Thread

 

I need to sew everything

because i’m shrinking

says Ma grown old

in her Beckenham home

the hems of her clothes

flirting with dusty dust

on speechless floorboards.

There is no wifi in her house

but our conversations

limp from random subject

to random subject

like a back of the bus

21st century chat

spurred on by errant twitter feeds

and the cats of instagram.

 

Her laughs come from

recalling Pa’s old jokes,

ones she refused to notice

when he was alive,

and now lets set sail

across the emptied room,

white flags to loneliness.

 

On the days I visit,

I am a witness

to her speeches

in this vacant lot,

throwing spools

like ‘mhhm’ and ‘really?’

to help patch up the holes

in this quiet portrait:

a life

un  ravelling.

 

 

My grandmother says a lot of insightful, poetic things, which I diligently write down in my phone. This poem, Thread  came from one of these observations which I couldn’t get out of my head, and had me thinking about growing old and what it must be like to feel the encroaching silence that accompanies old age.

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