modern poetry

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
when i was broke in london
when i returned at sunset
are you alive?
she was a beauty in the days
in your arms was still delight
the lightning flashed, and lifted
two rows of cabbages
do you remember
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
which i wish to remark
the poets tell