His Thumbs

All we can remember
Were his thumbs,

They looked like

Two huge
Chewed teats
On a cow’s
Ageing udder,

Lost at the sides
Of his hands,

Two disfigured

Whenever he spoke;

His words
We can never recall.

2 Responses to “His Thumbs”

  1. A strange & tender memory, beautifully written. Is it of your grandad?

  2. 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.

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