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Your mother stood over the washtub the steam rising upward she poked the boiling wash with what she called her copper stick pushing it down and around now and then wiping sweat from her brow and you stood watching seeing her push the washing down with the stick as if she were a good pirate plunging with a sword the bad pirates from some skull and crossbones ship and when she lifted the stick water fell back down like grey watery blood what’s for dinner today? you asked it’ll have to be cold meat and beans and mash as it’s washday and I still have much to do she said and yes it was Monday and Tuesday was stew and so you left her with the washing and imaginary pirates and the steam and heat and went out to play in the Square with Jim then along under the railway bridge to meet Helen with Battered Betty her doll and take a walk to the Neptune’s fish & chip shop for 6d worth of chips and held Helen’s hand on the way back to the Square then to that place under the railway bridge and kissed and left her there.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
AFTER WATCHING MOTHER.
Your mother stood over the washtub the steam rising upward she poked the boiling wash with what she called her copper stick pushing it down and around now and then wiping sweat from her brow and you stood watching seeing her push the washing down with the stick as if she were a good pirate plunging with a sword the bad pirates from some skull and crossbones ship and when she lifted the stick water fell back down like grey watery blood what’s for dinner today? you asked it’ll have to be cold meat and beans and mash as it’s washday and I still have much to do she said and yes it was Monday and Tuesday was stew and so you left her with the washing and imaginary pirates and the steam and heat and went out to play in the Square with Jim then along under the railway bridge to meet Helen with Battered Betty her doll and take a walk to the Neptune’s fish & chip shop for 6d worth of chips and held Helen’s hand on the way back to the Square then to that place under the railway bridge and kissed and left her there.
terry-collett
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
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