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Regrets
Contributed by
Steve_Ralph
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Wednesday, 13th November 2002 @ 05:00:00 PM in AEST
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They knocked on my door late one evening,
Two constables, both looking sad,
I said to the kids, I don’t know what you did,
But from the look of those two it looks bad,
Just wait till your mother hears of it,
She’s in a bad enough mood as it is,
The last thing she needs is a call by the police,
God knows what she’ll say about this,
As I opened the door to the policemen,
They were both young and very polite,
They said, “is your name Andrew Thompson?”
I smiled as I said, “yes that’s right”,
They said,” we would like to speak to you,
But we’d rather not talk in the street”,
I invited them in and they told me,
It might be better if I took a seat,
I said,”if it’s about the kids playing loud music,
Rest assured it won’t happen again”,
They said, “it’s nothing to do with the children”,
And with that they began to explain,
“There’s been an accident down in the High Road,
At the junction of Melrose and Fife,
Some-one struck by a hit and run driver,
We have reason to believe it’s your wife”,
“Oh my god, how bad is she injured?
Can I see her?” but they shook their heads,
They said, “sir there’s no easy way to explain this,
It’s our sad duty to tell you she’s dead”,
They continued to speak as I sat there,
I couldn’t hear them, my mind had gone blank,
I thought this must be one massive mistake,
Hell she’s only gone down to the bank,
They were saying how much they regreted,
Having to bring me the news,
Then they asked, “ could we contact somebody,
That would be willing to stay here with you?”
I told them that they were mistaken,
She’ll be returning here any time now,
She couldn’t have died on the crossing,
Not today when we just had a row,
How could I tell her I’m sorry?
How could we kiss and make up?
She couldn’t be killed on the crossing,
That doesn’t happen to people like us,
They are things that you read in the paper,
That happen to those you don’t know,
She couldn’t be dead, she just couldn’t,
I only saw her an hour ago,
We were quarrelling over the garden,
She said,”it looks like a jungle out there”,
She said I shouldn’t just leave it for her to do,
How would I manage if she wasn’t there,
I told her, “I reacon I’d manage,
It would make a nice change to have peace,
I might have to mow my own garden,
But I’d have no-one to nag me at least”,
How could I have been so unthinking?
To have made a remark such as that,
Dear god in heaven forgive me,
Please let me have my wife back,
The police officer tried to console me,
As I sank to my knees and I cried,
The policewoman went out to the children,
And broke the news that their mother had died,
They handled it better than I did,
Though of course they were very upset,
I kept saying how much I was sorry,
As they both put their arms round my neck,
I kept playing the argument over,
Time after time after time,
Wishing I could take back the comments,
That repeated themselves in my mind,
I regreted we’d argued that morning,
Regreted the things that I’d said,
If only I’d known when she left me,
In an hour or less she’d be dead,
There’s so much that I would have done different,
So many mistakes I’d put right,
I would tell her how much I still love her,
If I could just see her once more tonight,
To just stroke her face as I kissd her,
Oh I know that this never can be,
It’s almost a year since I lost her,
All I have now is her memory,
And the garden, Oh she’d love the garden,
I tend it with such loving care,
As I do I remember her last words,
“How would you cope love, if I wasn’t there?”
By S.E.Ralph
12-11-2002
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Re: Regrets
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by viola on
Wednesday, 13th November 2002 @ 07:22:58 PM AEST
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| hand me the tissues, this is so sad. I don't really know what to say. |
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Re: Regrets
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 13th November 2002 @ 08:28:06 PM AEST
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This is such a beautiful write.... Very touching..
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Re: Regrets
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by Opium on
Thursday, 14th November 2002 @ 03:56:59 AM AEST
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| Well I hope it's not true, cause it is soooo sad, but a great write thou! thumbs up |
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Re: Regrets
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by DreamWeaver on
Wednesday, 20th November 2002 @ 03:28:22 PM AEST
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| I love this poem ... it brought tears to my eyes. |
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Re: Regrets
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by wyrd_faerie on
Sunday, 20th July 2003 @ 05:52:56 PM AEST
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| ooh...so, so sad...i don't know what to say...i'm nearly crying... |
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