No One And Nothing

The mother of the war veterans’
home once called a matron,
now a CEO, oversaw the
filling of the large store room’s
cubby holes with articles of
men’s clothing, with satisfaction.

Touring the home with future
residents and families she
showed them her store room
requesting whatever they
were able to supply.

For some who fought in
World War II, Korea, Vietnam,
bore a heavy load of war’s
ravages, wounds and stresses,
could not bear the additional
load of human contact.

In time they would reach the
shores of the veterans’ home,
washed up, washed out,
with no one and nothing.

No One And Nothing

Linguistics

Our long lost English cousins
travelled their new found native
land as I returned to work.

Occasional phone calls told me
of their whereabouts, with some
linguistic adjustment needed
to facilitate communication.

“We’re …” …… “We’re at …”
…. deep bass background chuckles
“We’re at …”¬† …. “Omapere,”
finished a voice in the background.

Now we could complete
our intended  conversation.

I used to find it difficult to
pronounce strangely spelt
English place names on
my visits to England too.

Linguistics

A Foreign Land

The English cousins returned
after forty two years away
on flights droning on through
long night and longer day.

So different from their weeks
on board ship at a very young
age returning to their mother’s
distant home land.  Now our
climate and latitudinal changes
caught them by surprise.

Their second evening coming
out of the supermarket they
were puzzled at the swift
darkness replacing bright
sunset. As they stared a
downpour drenched them,
not gentle English rain.

You told us to bring our shorts !”
came a wail from the soaking darkness.

A Foreign Land