Fifteen hundred piece jigsaw

Fifteen hundred piece jigsaw (in memory of Ivan Cocker)

A jigsaw put away, not completed,

A small bare table, a missing wheel chair,

A flat screen TV, old people seated;

I asked and they told me why you weren’t there.

I went to your room, and I stood outside;

Saw an “Oxygen” sign on the closed door;

The last time I came, it was open wide,

And we talked about the Second World War,

Then I said I’d help complete the jigsaw

Of New York’s skyline, and we both agreed;

Whilst it was a challenge, almost a chore;

The last piece would be rewarding indeed.

Now the rooms vacant, I’m missing your face,

And Welshwood Manor feels less of a place.