remains<\/strong>.<\/h6>\n <\/p>\n
\nonly two weeks ago lifting him out of bed propping him in the wheel chair pushing him into the foyer smelling of pine-o-cleen to watch the setting sun. today i push a trolley over the same floor the trolley which is marked admin for pharmacy use only, only i use it to push the 3 black garbags of his final belongings out to the car. the new slippers we opened up with a stanley knife because we couldn\u2019t squeeze in his fluid-engorged ankles. the lollies he never finished. clothing to be buried in opshops somewhere in adelaide\u2019s<\/p>\n
southern suburbs. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 or perhaps \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 cremated.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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This poem was begun two weeks after the death of my dad (Jack Wallace Walker 1924- 2009.)<\/p>\n
It took some years to get it right, so it didn\u2019t appear in either of my collections tropeland<\/em> or Original Clich\u00e9s<\/em> in 2015 and 2016. It was eventually published in the 2016 Australian Poetry Members Anthology\u00a0<\/a>published earlier this year.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/APA-213x300.jpg\")
<\/a><\/p>\nHERE<\/a> for an audio version I mixed with Gurdonark’s sensitive music and HERE<\/a> is another performed and produced by Urmymuse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" remains. only two weeks ago lifting him out of bed propping him in the wheel chair pushing him into the foyer smelling of pine-o-cleen to watch the setting sun. today i push a trolley over the same floor … Continue reading
only two weeks ago lifting him out of bed propping him in the wheel chair pushing him into the foyer smelling of pine-o-cleen to watch the setting sun. today i push a trolley over the same floor the trolley which is marked admin for pharmacy use only, only i use it to push the 3 black garbags of his final belongings out to the car. the new slippers we opened up with a stanley knife because we couldn\u2019t squeeze in his fluid-engorged ankles. the lollies he never finished. clothing to be buried in opshops somewhere in adelaide\u2019s<\/p>\n
southern suburbs. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 or perhaps \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 cremated.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
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This poem was begun two weeks after the death of my dad (Jack Wallace Walker 1924- 2009.)<\/p>\n
It took some years to get it right, so it didn\u2019t appear in either of my collections tropeland<\/em> or Original Clich\u00e9s<\/em> in 2015 and 2016. It was eventually published in the 2016 Australian Poetry Members Anthology\u00a0<\/a>published earlier this year.<\/p>\n HERE<\/a> for an audio version I mixed with Gurdonark’s sensitive music and HERE<\/a> is another performed and produced by Urmymuse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" remains. only two weeks ago lifting him out of bed propping him in the wheel chair pushing him into the foyer smelling of pine-o-cleen to watch the setting sun. today i push a trolley over the same floor … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n