care of the river
to my paternal grandmother Edith Lilian Bagge nee Von Sturmer,
died 13 June 1923, buried Aromoho Cemetry, Wanganui
you rest
over the road
from the river
at least
your name rests
there the simplest
telling of any life
the name we sign
the best the worst
of our doings with
right to that final
peace of stone
in looking for
your plot
you turned my head
firmly towards the place
i didn’t even have to
count along the row
it was almost evening
and you rained a little
as i stepped up to
your grave and read
the starkest ending
of any life
its date
recalled the family
mystery i never paid
heed to until this
lateness of day under
cloud, that the day
after you left this
sea and river town
my mother was born
the woman whom
one of your sons
would take as wife
an arrangement
so neat in its way
a dovetail joint
in time no fuss at all
just like this evening
and the simple telling
of the stone
just like
i imagine
you wanted life:
no fuss
we leave you
in keep of the river
that took your pain
your resigned silences
all those years ago
i shall write you
again care of
the river
january 2018
Wanganui
New Zealand Poetry 
Peace of stone – marvellous; and that last line, writing care of the river. Lovely.
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Thank you, Mr. Keast! My address too, in time (not too soon, one hopes…)
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It pays to have these things sorted out, lest you are left facing the hill with no wild thyme
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You should be able to make a poem out of that comment of yours, Sir John!
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cool place to go – your poem, the shade of evening at the cemetery. where you cannot even think: for what can you think when you stare at that starkest ending of any life – the date?
But Peter, fix this:
‘so neat it its way’
i can’t lap my tongue around it 🙂
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Ah, mille grazie, Marco, a typo, blast and damnation, didn’t even see it!!
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