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ten minutes late
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this is always with me..
ten minutes late ................ i was only ten minutes late that saturday when arriving home to the news ....but i thought i should have first a wash.. well.. i was working man sweaty from dawn to dinnertyme laughing wi� the lads free from work and money heavy in my pockets and pints from frothy fonts downing gulps o� rich darkness irish brewed and thick as velvet black swilling carefree angels pissing upon my tongue porter bitter and sweet........ i was only ten minutes late that saturday.... when arriving home..... car not starting.. no taxis to be had nor buses on tyme shite.......... too late..... nurse as angelic as they are halting me with the end... sisters gurgling lyke soft highland burns tears flowing.... i was only ten miutes late that saturday but i was late... she lay with a smile on her sweet red faced cheek i spoke to her...hoping she would hear and speak to me but ten minutes late was i... and from the silence of her chiding i would never ever again know her voice.. nor be ten minutes late.... graham..april..2004

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on May 2, 2004

Graham.....This bites..and bites hard.......Fantastic searing poetry.

Sucked from the seed of your soul....This is what poetry is.

ty, Dani

Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)

Reviewed on April 29, 2004

WOW!!!!!! This is so meaningful, love your poetry- have to share this with a friend who I know will also appreciate it-:)

Reviewed by Jim Dunlap

Reviewed on April 28, 2004

Unfortunate, but life is sometimes like that. Best to make your peace with it and move on.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 27, 2004

Very hard pill to swallow. However I think you should
swallow it and be done with it, since you can't change
it. I hope you'll go easy on yourself, life happens
as it does, and most times we have no control over it.
The lesson is hard learned!

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Graham, this is deeply painful to read. One can sense the grief and angst in your words as they read them to full depth.
If we could only turn back the hands of time...ten minutes doesn't sound like a long time, until it means eternity.
I grieve now with you. Excellently written. Lisa