My Nana was a model
for Vogue, or similar.
Courted by rich Charlie Evans,
but married lucky Bruce
after the war.
Her brother Jack had the shakes
and she lived in a two bedroom house
with Bruce,
and her two daughters,
and her five sons,
and their dog, KB.
They lived on scratchings,
and piled into the family van,
and had enough members for a family team
of anything.
She potters 'round now, in a house with more bedrooms than before, and seven less companions. She still looks great from every angle.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Mother May
Voice filling rooms,
Hands snuffing lights,
Laughter, bouncing and
Eyes smiling:
My mother is a sun
that refuses to set.
She wakes us, in new places.
Always on time.
Ready for adventure.
Hands snuffing lights,
Laughter, bouncing and
Eyes smiling:
My mother is a sun
that refuses to set.
She wakes us, in new places.
Always on time.
Ready for adventure.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Lipton Iced Tea.
This peach iced tea* is
making me forget the bruise
that is slowly blooming on
my bottom lip.
*[Lipton.]
You bite my lip to keep my attention.
Or is it to remind you
that I am still solid?
Either way,
the flavour fills your absence,
and the tenderness makes me turn
(on my heel)
and run back to you.
making me forget the bruise
that is slowly blooming on
my bottom lip.
*[Lipton.]
You bite my lip to keep my attention.
Or is it to remind you
that I am still solid?
Either way,
the flavour fills your absence,
and the tenderness makes me turn
(on my heel)
and run back to you.
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