The Headmaster

Yesterday, I visited the old Headmaster, I enjoy his company, and his attitude for life, a ninety year-old, still wise and witty. We chatted as old friends do.

Shyly I told him, “I write poetry”

“That’s Interesting, I didn’t know, Ivor”

“Would you like to read my poems John”

“Certainly Ivor, I’d be happy to” he quickly replied.

I felt a little surprised that this old gentleman might want to read my humble writings, and until recent times, I have basically kept them to myself.

“I’ll drop off a folder of my poems later this afternoon”

“I shall take pleasure in reading them Ivor” The Headmaster said sincerely.

And in the afternoon, I eagerly head off to John’s place, and I duly arrive back there, folder firmly in hand.

“Here you are John” as I pass to him my poems.

“I’ll probably read them tonight” cheekily winking at me.

“Oh John, there’s no great rush, take your time”  I didn’t want to sound too pushy or over enthusiastic. He’s a man I hold in high regard, as he stands before me, tall and proud with that Headmaster’s aura of strength and nobility.

“Thank you Ivor for delivering your poems so soon”

“Goodbye for now John”  And we exchange a friendly handshake, and we smile at each other in quiet acknowledgement.

 

Today, I received a phone call, I recognised the voice, my Headmaster friend, and before I could say, hello, how are you, he’s reciting one of my poems to me over the phone, in his majestic and eloquent voice. The poem he’s reciting is “Everlasting Smile” and I dare not interrupt, I listen to his every word of my melancholic poem. He finishes and quickly remarks to me.

“I had to phone you Ivor, I just wanted to do that for you”

“John that was beautiful” I’m very teary, I’ve never had anyone recite a poem to me on the phone before, let alone one of my own.

“I’ve read them all Ivor” he exclaims

“And this one is my favourite”

By this time, I’m so glad it’s a phone call, and he’s not here beside me. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, I’m overcome, and as I tend to be, I’m totally emotional.

“John I’m lost for words, Thank you”  In my shaky state.

“My pleasure Ivor, you surprise me with your talent for words”

“And for an old plumber, they’re good” He’s sounding chirpy, and I’m smiling to myself.

“Thank you John”  again I say, as no more uttering’s come forth.

“Goodbye Ivor, it’s time for my glass of red wine” he quips to me.

“Enjoy my Friend, and Thanks John” haha, another thankyou is all I can say, and I’m happy he’s ended the conversation, I’m so very choked up. Sitting here, there’s a euphoric silence. How do I ever explain to him, that he’s just given me a most precious gift, that I shall treasure within heart forever more.

My Poem Everlasting Smile.  https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/everlasting-smile/

Ivor Steven

 

 

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for 18 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

43 thoughts on “The Headmaster”

  1. What a touching story!
    I lost my grandfather three days ago. He was 95 too. Your headmaster’s description sounds a lot like him, tall, stately, an aura of authority underlined with a hint of child-like humour. This brought tears to my eyes. But happy ones at that. Which is quite rare during these difficult days. So, thank you! Thank you for this.
    And thank you for sharing your poems with the world too, Ivor. They’re a gift.

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  2. It’s amazing when someone delights in what we’ve written. There’s no better feeling to a writer. I’m glad you were able to share your poems with someone who genuinely appreciated them. And I love your poem “Everlasting Smile” too! Keep smiling and thanks for cheering me up. 🙂

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  3. This story made me grin from ear to ear! What an amazing feeling that must have been for you. Pretty bloody brave as well to share your poetry, so what a wonderful response you got to it. So pleased for you, Ivor! 🌷

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  4. Thank you so much for sharing this experience. I’ve been having a rough day and I needed to see a little good in the world. I can really understand the emotion of him reading the poem back to you, I think I would be in tears as well. Really, you’ve made my day.

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    1. Thanks, I’m glad I’ve made your shit day betterer. Thanks for following my blog site, muchly appreciated, hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor. I shall look up your blog site laterer, when I get home from Melbourne.

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  5. Our biggest fear is that no one will read what we’ve written. Our second biggest fear is that they will read what we wrote but not really care for them. Our third biggest fear is that someone WILL like them. You have conquered all three wonderfully, Ivors! Keep going!

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