The sun's out
a warm day
and we're there
on the grass
sharing sweets
from white bags:
soft coffees;
sherbet drops.
Father's out
on retreat,
you tell me.
Half and half,
the sweets shared.
Where's he gone?
You pick out
a toffee
and unwrap
the paper.
An abbey,
you reply.
I take a
sherbet drop
and **** it.
How's your Mum?
I ask you.
She's fed up.
Why is that?
Can't tell you.
You sit there
chewing slow.
We're leaving,
you whisper.
Leaving here?
Yes, sometime.
I stare at
your blue eyes.
Why is that?
Mum wants to.
You look sad.
But do you?
I ask you.
I have to;
can't stay here.
You take a
lemon drop.
I'll miss you,
I tell you.
Mustn't tell
any one,
you tell me.
I won't talk,
I tell you.
We're silent.
Sweets are shared.
I missed you
once you went.
I often
thought of you;
your blonde hair,
your blue eyes
and your stare.
© 4 minutes ago, Terry Collett
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
The sun's out
a warm day
and we're there
on the grass
sharing sweets
from white bags:
soft coffees;
sherbet drops.
Father's out
on retreat,
you tell me.
Half and half,
the sweets shared.
Where's he gone?
You pick out
a toffee
and unwrap
the paper.
An abbey,
you reply.
I take a
sherbet drop
and **** it.
How's your Mum?
I ask you.
She's fed up.
Why is that?
Can't tell you.
You sit there
chewing slow.
We're leaving,
you whisper.
Leaving here?
Yes, sometime.
I stare at
your blue eyes.
Why is that?
Mum wants to.
You look sad.
But do you?
I ask you.
I have to;
can't stay here.
You take a
lemon drop.
I'll miss you,
I tell you.
Mustn't tell
any one,
you tell me.
I won't talk,
I tell you.
We're silent.
Sweets are shared.
I missed you
once you went.
I often
thought of you;
your blonde hair,
your blue eyes
and your stare.
© 4 minutes ago, Terry Collett
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