His Thumbs
All we can remember
Were his thumbs,
They looked like
Two huge
Chewed teats
On a cow’s
Ageing udder,
Accidents
Lost at the sides
Of his hands,
Two disfigured
Batons,
Waggling
Vibrations
Whenever he spoke;
His words
We can never recall.
All we can remember
Were his thumbs,
They looked like
Two huge
Chewed teats
On a cow’s
Ageing udder,
Accidents
Lost at the sides
Of his hands,
Two disfigured
Batons,
Waggling
Vibrations
Whenever he spoke;
His words
We can never recall.
November 29, 2020 at 2:04 pm
A strange & tender memory, beautifully written. Is it of your grandad?
November 29, 2020 at 9:40 pm
It’s a combination of people mushed into one. I was chewing my thumb and the images and ideas all pieced together in my head.