My blue suit would be wrapped around a handful of bones ...

Sometimes it seems a long way to walk my dad said - 

He clung to my mum's sholley - 

You don't come down every Sunday he said - we don't have people looking after us -

I knew it was useless to say anything -

I tried to imagine what it would be like to walk in his world - 

Brothers and sisters would lose their names - 

My hands would become cold - 

My blue suit would be wrapped around a handful of bones - 

09.30

Sunday 6 February 2016

West Street

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