If you were still alive
You would be ninety-six tomorrow.
I think of you most days.
Just now, for example, I heard you
Defending the word ‘folk’
When, sometime in the Eighties,
I said it was twee.
Another day, I see you doing the weeding
At my sister’s wedding
And another day still
You’re at church
Hunched over a book
With your fingers in your ears
During the sermon.