Gooseberries and Sharp Creases

GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries My grandfather grew in a circular bed, Dead centre of the immaculate lawn. And blackcurrants under netting, And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner. He taught me to hitch up my trousers at the knee When I sat down, to avoid spoiling the creases. And to touch the peak of my cap When I passed a lady in the street. But he was a sick man; Tuberculosis and diabetes that would send him Into long, deep comas. He would have taught me a whole lot more, But for that final coma. 1st July 2020 In Loving Memory Poetry Contest Sponsor - Regina Riddle