Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Survivors

SURVIVORS



When my house burnt to the ground 
And the ashes had cooled, what was left over?
I searched for anything left around
I  found few  survivors

Often  people with only  a fragment of verse 
Will learn it lovingly by heart 
And  keep it  for  years   in a purse 
Guarding  it  apart
Not whole not pure
But feeling precious and secure

My survivors from the ruins :
The dog;   some small hand-made cloth toys;
My mother’s silver spoons;
And a  few photos, mostly  my boys.

Out of focus - my kids’ -
Torn,  faded, partly burnt – mum’s   dad’s -
Swimming  dad with crazy wet hair. 
But no one seemed to   care.

These were all that remained of the former life
Which was ripped away with a fiery knife.
I loved them,  guarded them, held them dear 
Clung to them tight for many a year.

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