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The Sweet Silver Song

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
to choose a menu for the wake.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’re at the end of the long bar.
It’s early afternoon and the Staff are busily
taking stock to the sound of music
piped through speakers.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Rita points to the far end of the bar-

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘Dad’s photo is pinned to the Obituary board
if you want to take a look’.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I know it’s the one where he’s sitting at a table
wearing his green Liverpool away shirt.
He’s grinning, offering a pint to the camera

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The instant I stand in front of the photo,
smiling back at him, a shower of silver words
rain from the speaker above my head:

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high
and don’t be afraid of the dark,
at the end of the storm there’s a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of the lark…

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 This tune, our bonding song down all the seasons,
gives me my life’s one holy moment,
washing away my grief.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I stand in baffled silence, innocent as an infant,
reunited with my father until the last note fades.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 I walk on, a sinner
ambushed by angels.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-sweet-silver-song/