Saturday, 20 December 2008

Two poems on stuff


A Etheree


Growing up too soon


Stuff

at home;

memories

of times gone by.

Beaches, stately homes,

wet museum days out.

Lay-by pop and cake picnics

when bees chased jam. Was mum ill then?

Did her dancing mask the rotting decay?

My childhood packed away before it’s time.


A Lanturne



My

childhood

thankfully

car-boot sales stuff

now.

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