Dusty Passport

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Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from February 2019, when I was preparing myself for a trip to America/New York/Philadelphia, to visit my Philadelphia “cousins”, and today, here I am on Vancouver Island visiting my Canadian “cousins”.


Dusty Passport

Here I was resting, home again from the hospital
After a second stroke had laid me up
I was rekindling thoughts of travelling to America
An adventure I’d always promised myself
Night is not always dark, you know
Firstly, I had to find my passport
Yes, I’d hidden it somewhere safe
After turning the bedroom inside out
Then, throwing the lounge room upside down
The lost document was on a garage shelf
Looking dusty, but still only five years old
Jumping for joy, you’d think I’d found gold
Hardly ever been stamped, a Chinese one, that’s all
Many years have passed since my last call
I clasped that passport firmly in my hand
And I said, “It’s time”, before my clock runs out of sand






Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired 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 over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 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.

38 thoughts on “Dusty Passport”

    1. I’ve just woken up after a solid 9 hours sleep and I’m on my cousin’s WiFi… everything is good, and I’m very pleased you enjoyed my poem, it’s a piece that has been hidden away for 6 years …. Cheers from Vancouver Island 🇨🇦😍🤗🌏… oh, I’m in my element here, they have 3 cavaliers to play, Mungo is only 3 months old 🐶🐶🐶

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  2. Ivor, wow, I really like how “before my clock runs out of sand” brings the whole piece together—it feels both urgent and tender at once. Such a moving snapshot of resilience and wanderlust. ❤

    Much love,
    David

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  3. Yes, I flew directly to Vancouver/Canada, bypassing America ,,, and here I am at my cousins house, about to get up and have some brekkie after a solid 9 hours sleep, Violet 🇨🇦😍🌏🐶

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  6. Fabulous photos, poem and song, Ivor! 🙂
    Are you there yet? Are you there? Ha! I know you are! And I know you are having fun already! 😀
    OOH! I remember when you traveled to see your Philadelphia cousins! Loved the reread on that poem! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) and take care! ❤️🇨🇦❤️
    PS…I get joy-tears in my eyes thinking about all of this…after all you went through with the strokes, hospitalizations, etc., you getting to travel all the way to see your American cousins was so exciting and lovely! 🙂

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      2. Yes, they are gorgeous doggies, and they have taken to me, because they can smell Frankie on me … I’m getting to pat them lots 🐶🐶🐶😊🇨🇦😍

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