Farewell Hilda
Farewell Hilda Simon
I first met you by chance
At the Victoria Club dance
When I sat next to you
Twenty-five years ago
You were a live wire at sixty
Full of energy and vitality
Putting us younger folk to shame
You always remained the same
You were never very chatty
You spoke softly, even timidly
But when you had something to relay
You drew near and whispered in secrecy
As though to stress the moment’s privacy
You sat at the dance
With a smile on your face
Never averting your eyes
Acknowledging every glance
To you, the family was very dear
You flew to Australia every year
Then started planning as soon as you came back
Hoping to see them once more, with a bit of luck.
How can I not mention your handbag?
A source of bemusement to us all
A mini-Alladin cave of useful things
An emergency kit for unexpected things:
Scissors, needle and thread, even fuse wire
Your place will remain empty
Fond farewell, gentle lady
poem by Isam Hussain
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