He Will N'er be Back

- jan-u-wine

Mum says
he will
ne'r be back.
 
His old Gaffer
would only
look away
and sigh.......
 
'ah, Rosie,
lass.......'
 
then weep,
 
looking silent
through his tears
at the bit of garden
beyond the window.
 
But
 
I know.....
 
I see....
 
Somehow,
 
I see him,
all along the lonely road,
 
see his sun-gold face,
 
see work-browned hands
threading grey rope
over shadowed stone.
 
Somehow,
 
I see him.
 
Somehow,
 
I know
he will
come Home.  
 
He will come walking,
    within the twilight of the Row,
    eyes quiet like the depths of a still’d river,
   
    quiet, and full of shy promise
    as they used to be.

    Then I shall wear ribbons in my hair
    again,
    and dance
    beneath a silver-lemon moon…..

    and be held forever safe
    in sun-warmed arms.

    Mum says he will n’er be back.

    Mum
    is
    wrong.