Alison’ partner Dave was lost to the first wave of covid, due to restrictions there where delays to scattering of the ashes. This poem was read before the ashes where scattered at Hilbre Island, Wirral.
Scatterings
Last in the flesh
Heart compress’
Life no longer bless’
My hand, impress
Davy the bus has joined you afar
A few jar’
The afterlife bar
Angels strum classical guitar
Charlie, our aged dog
Mass ailments to catalogue
Playing watchdog
Resting well worn coggs
The Puppy present
A year adjustments
Affection blandishment
His heart, your compartment
We stand shoreward
Moving forward
Love not deferred
You glorious Bastard!
Match day is back
Your team on track
I will show tact
Over yesterdays match
Pubs open as standard
Works open, but staggered
The Grove, change of guard
Your drinking backyard
Across Stanley Park
Everton’s mark
Raffa’s embark’
Goodison Park
The World cup final
66 again for a while
Limited fans, the Wembley mile
Beaten by Italy, but showed style
Few changes; the house
Lights fixed, odd fuse
Mass colour ooze
Remains a madhouse
My star
Loved from afar
Emotion: no bar
From doing my hair
To going up stair’
Your dancing with flair
Joking over a silly mare
Clothes you would wear
Love you would bare
For now, my glorious Bastard!
Alison Little
So poignant, sending love
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So touching. Beautifully written. Well shared 👌😊💐
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Just seen this Alison, it’s lovely xxx
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