We'd left Nat King Cole singing in the lounge of memory -
My mum held onto my arm -
The sky was grey above the small houses -
We walked slowly up West Street -
White vans were waiting for Monday -
The doors of the Catholic Church were closed -
Later, the Sunday drinkers would gather outside The Prince of Wales -
Nat King Cole would stop singing -
My mum would ask when shall I go home ?
10.05
Sunday 15 October 2017
West Street
Havant
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