Years and years ago (1997, actually), I wrote a poem for my dad’s death anniversary called ‘Anniversary’. It is one of my few poems which rhyme, which strengthens my belief that my best rhyming poems come at moments of great joy or great sorrow. I find it difficult to rhyme ‘impromptu’ at other times and prefer to write blank verse.
Five years so soon
We’re still hoping you’ll be back
Tomorrow or yesterday afternoon.
Every car, every jeep
Every doorbell that rings
Late at night or early morn
Makes us sit up and think
Maybe it’s you coming home
Maybe the day’s finally done
Now we can spend some time together
Now we can perhaps have some fun.
But no doorbell rings late at night
No sound from you we hear
Days just pass by, just like that
Another week, a year.
Soon it’ll be another year
Another eleventh of Feb.
To remember those days , those years ago
When we didn’t think you’d be dead.