My dad had waited for us outside McDonalds -
I'll sit here Pegs he'd said -
Anne reassured me - Jane says we can trust him now -
He was still there when we came back with The Mail on Sunday -
He'd sat on the concrete bench like a forgotten king -
In an hour or so, I'll mow the tiny lawns -
My mum will watch me cutting the grass -
She'll remember the warmth of the rich earth -
She'll wear a green dress - her hair will smell of flowers -
15.16
Sunday 8 May 2016
Staunton Road
Havant
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