Tag: Death

• cold

  

  We close watch the young and the old Focus on each fluttering eyelid Suspending our fingers over their lips Calling to their warmth against our cold. Hugging our solitary arms enfolded Ignoring the ever encroaching deep While they embrace approaching sleep Knowing warmth shines beyond the ageing cold.

  Andrew Whalan

  August 11, 2022

  Poetry

  Children, Death, life, Love, Parents, Poetry, Poetry community, Relationships

• At Life’s Door

  You came back. I saw you twice now.   You went out the front door. When you came back I was there too.   You had a coffee in your hand. I smelt the cake in your bag.   You looked at me. You looked away.   You stared at my Mum. Because you saw…

  Andrew Whalan

  March 5, 2018

  Stories

  Children, Death, dying, hospital, Parents

• Sexism and Feminism

  I mean all I did was just repeat to the missus what was said on the radio. Yep one of those shock jocks was sayin’ that women is destroying the joint. Too right I thought! Got home and the missus wasn’t going to be much fun I think. So I had a go at her.…

  Andrew Whalan

  September 29, 2013

  Personal

  Arts and Entertainment, Death, Feminism, Gender equality, History, MTV, Mumsnet, people, Riot grrrl, sexism, shock jock, United States, women

• Pickles Is Dead (A Children’s Imaginary Friend)

  The phone is buzzing. In my state of near-sleep, I don’t know if it is the alarm or a phone call. (Mental note: Change phone alarm tone). I scrabble at the phone on the bedside table and just grab it before it falls. I realise it’s a phone call, press the green phone button, and……

  Andrew Whalan

  March 5, 2012

  Stories

  Child, Death, Father, Home, Pickle, Star Wars, Yoda