Uncle Bert

I remember Uncle Bert.

He had had a stroke.

His mouth was always open

Though he never spoke.





He sat on his armchair

Alongside Aunty Pat

Who did the speaking for him.

She was good at that.





He once looked a film star

A Gable or a Flynn.

He was a dashing rake,

Tall, handsome, thin.





But now he is all empty.

He follows Aunty Pat

Obedient as a dog

Or a Welcome mat.

27 thoughts on “Uncle Bert

  1. If I had been a misfit
    with Marilyn Munroe,
    just like Clark Gable,
    I’d no doubt
    have a stroke also!
    But at least there’d be
    a smile on my dial as I go šŸ™ šŸ˜‡

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