A talker from the get-go

“Has that poor woman delivered
Her baby yet. Three
days now.”
April 6, 1951.
London St. Joseph Hospital.
Came out bawling right away.
At the indignities.
This one’s a talker.

April of 1956
Kindergarten class.
Doing face in the corner time
Repeatedly.
This one’s a talker.


April of 1951
Saturday in bed. Late.
Finishing latest Tarzan novel.
At breakfast table
Mom and Dad endured
The re-cap.
This one’s a talker.

April of 1965
Telling young brother Scott
Those amazing
Imagined tales
Just for fun and
Times together.
This one’s a talker

April of 1976
Call to the Bar ceremony
Barrister, Solicitor
Yeah, this one’s a talker.

April of 1987
Business had crashed.
No talk could get around
My Banker.
Weeks and months
Talking with sweet daughter Lauren
In our walkabouts.
She was effectively my therapy.
Kept me talking. Thankfully.

April of 2022
Visiting dear Mom
In Seniors’ home.
Mom almost 96 in age
Cognitive is failing.
Memory shot to hell.


So I fill in
For conversation
Rich happy memories.
(She passed in September.
She brought me life.
Remembered with joy.)