Sunday, 8 May 2016

Her hair will smell of flowers ...



We've just walked back from Waitrose - 


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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