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The grammar of your silent care
In tightened screws and evening air
A language learned and never taught
In all the battles that we never fought
The scent of soldering warm dust in the room
A broken radio dispelling the gloom
Your outstretched hand no words exchanged
Our quiet partnership felt so arranged
Reports of market price for spring onions grown
The stable kettle the plumbing's tone
Your levee against what went unknown
Now in my middle age I understand the score
The grammar of your SILENT care!
In tightened screws and evening air!
A language learned and never taught
In all the battles that we never fought!
Her kitchen domain of steam and scent
A soup too salty what that meant
"You've lost some weight"her eyes would read
Between the lines of my city greed
That platform chill your thin jacket worn
The hissing train that early morn
Your heavy hand so awkwardly borne
Two pats that said what words had torn
The grammar of your SILENT care!
In tightened screws and evening AIR!
A language learned and never taught
In all the battles that we never FOUGHT!
This posthumous assembly of your heart
The love that worked in quiet counterpart
The GRAMMAR of your silent care
In tightened screws and evening air
A language learned and never taught
(never taught )
In all the battles
That we never fought
(Never fought )
