Sitting in my mum and dad's garden ...

I'm sitting in my mum and dad's garden -

Earlier, I mowed and edged the two tiny lawns -

My mum is watching me through the opened french windows -

The colours are lovely she said -

A pigeon flew over the roofs of the lock up garages -

Inside the lounge, my dad was reading The Times -

What a lot they are he sighed  -

Here, I thought, I was a boy again, my skin slipping off like a magic coat -


14.30
Monday 20 April 2015

Staunton Road
Havant