Loss
Emerging from the kirk
with my family
into a howling wind,
someone observed
my tear-stained cheek
and asked me
what was on my mind.
Nothing much, I replied.
I am merely lamenting
the long-lost certainties
of my childhood.
Gordon Jarvie
Emerging from the kirk
with my family
into a howling wind,
someone observed
my tear-stained cheek
and asked me
what was on my mind.
Nothing much, I replied.
I am merely lamenting
the long-lost certainties
of my childhood.
from A Man Passing Through: memoir with poems selected and new (London: Greenwich Exchange, 2014)
Reproduced by permission of the author and publisher.