My heart like a ragged bird ...

We followed my mum and dad as they walked towards the Meridian Centre - 

My mum pushed her sholley - my dad was keen to buy a pack of four and a bottle - 

We'd got my dad to use his stick - 

It'll make me look like old he'd said - 

I wondered how it would be, to walk with tiny steps, my heart like ragged bird, perched upon my ribs - 

10.00

Monday 20 July 2015

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