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When the Yorkshire pudding had gone. The tight curled sprouts, and lamb, The gravy, dark brown treacle, The custard and strawberry jam. When the mint sauce had swirled down the sink, The sparkling plates. stacked neat, away, Last swig at Tiger tasting glass, Knives and forks hidden from light of day. When the embroidered table cloth, Shaken from the back door mat, Folded, smoothed, placed in its drawer, And chairs moved from where we sat. Grandad stoked the fire from depth of leather chair, Unfolded news sheet, turned the pages, His fingers careful not to tear. They stopped. and over lowering paper His eyes studied the clock His hand reached out to wireless set, The on-off switch clicking like front door lock. Accumulator ever popping, Escaping bubbles, incessant drips, And hissing sound of unseen ether Replaced by six, short, sharp pips. The Home Service at three o'clock, Sunday in a winter grey, And voice of Mister Middleton, "How is your garden today?" |