Moll's Poems
I missed Titch just as much as Suki missed Ted when he was away, and as I was feeling creative, I decided to write a poem. It was called Tuesday Nights, and it went like this:-
Tuesday nights are steak nights
I think
Lying on the bed
Nose on paws.
Look at her
Playing music,
Singing and dancing
Puts on a skirt
And paints her face
Before she goes out.
But I don’t mind
Because Tuesday’s steak night.
Wednesday breakfast
Is left over steak,
Bits of chips,
Cut up small, by him
In dog size, me size chunks.
Last night she ate early
Watching the TV.
That was wrong.
She played music and sang
But didn’t dance.
She laid clothes out on the bed
But put on jeans
And perfume
Not a skirt.
She came back early
Not late, with him.
She boiled the kettle
Put hottie in bed
Snuggled up with a book.
I sat there, waiting
Patiently.
Nothing.
This morning I got biscuits
For my breakfast,
And as we go out for our walk
I’m wondering
WHERE’S MY STEAK?
I wrote this one after both Ted and Titch had been away for a long while. I didn’t know when I’d see Titch again, but Ted had rung to say he was coming back the next day.
I’m lying
In my favourite spot
Stretched on the bed
My back against hers
Thinking.
I’m lying
In my next favourite spot
On the settee
In the sunshine
Thinking -
Today’s Saturday
The sun’s shining
And he’s coming
BACK!
I’m lying
In the corridor
While she showers,
Singing as she
Washes.
She thinks I don’t know
But of course I do -
He’s coming back
TOMORROW!
I’m lying
Here while she brushes her teeth
Thinking
He should have come back
Sooner.
He needs to know
That we miss him
We love him
And have his best interests
At heart.
This one was called I MISS YOU MOST and I wrote it from Suki’s points of view when she desperately missed Ted one Christmas, and, of course, I was also missing my darling Titch.
I miss you most
At 4am
When the world is dark
And sleepy slow
But my mind is
Sparky bright.
The only sounds
The ticking of the bedside clock
The gentle canine snore
In my ear.
I talk to you then,
Pretend you’re lying here
Beside me:
I lay my head
On your chest
And listen to the deep rumble
Of your voice
Against my ear.
I miss you most
In the small spaces
In between these words.
You’re there
In a heartbeat
In the background
All the time.
That’s when I miss you most.