The rain batters the shed roof
we sit in silence while we polish our shoes ready
Dad’s applied the polish to both pairs.
The silence broken by questions
questions I did not want to answer
this is a moment, one to remember in years to come
I love this moment as we shine
the shoes glisten now, we head back to the house
waiting together in more, but comfortable, silence.
The time is 12.15 it was time to honour the dead
our highly polished shoes a fitting tribute to
a gentleman who was always immaculate
inside and out. Dad’s brother.