Thought you weren't
going to come
Helen said
she stood by Baldy's
grocer shop
her thick lens glasses
were smeared
by recent rain
her plaited hair matted
had chores to do
at home
you said
you looked at the sky
guess you got caught
in the last downfall
you said
she nodded
brushing raindrops
off her green raincoat
with her small hands
then wiped
her smeary glasses
with damp fingers
where are we going?
she asked
you looked at her
standing there
her wet features
and clothes
raindrops falling
from her nose
best go back
to your place
to get out
of your wet clothes
you said
don't matter
she said
it does
you said
you'll catch a death
she looked at you
I’ll dry
she said
no
you said
best go home
your mother
will let you changed
out of the wet things
while I wait
she pulled a face
OK
she said
so you both walked back
to her place
she talked
of her mother's
chesty cough
and you talked
of the silver looking
6 shooter
your old man
picked up
at some junk shop
once you got
to her home
her mother moaned
but let her changed
out of the wet clothes
and said to you
want a cuppa?
sure
you said
and so she poured you
a mug of tea
and a biscuit
and after while
she ironed some clothes
she asked about
your mother and her legs
and if
they were any better
no
you said
they' re just as bad
the tea was sweet
and milky
but you drank it
and nibbled the biscuit
and watched her iron
her plump hands
at work
her huge bust
swaying
to her motion
then Helen
came into the room
in dry clothes
her hair unplaited
and hanging
in long strands
you look
like a drowned rat
her mother said
I should wait here
if I were you
until the rain stops
Helen looked at you
then at her mother
ok
she said
I can show Benedict
my doll collection
you smiled
it could be worse
you thought
drinking your sweet tea
worse things
could happen to me.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
Thought you weren't
going to come
Helen said
she stood by Baldy's
grocer shop
her thick lens glasses
were smeared
by recent rain
her plaited hair matted
had chores to do
at home
you said
you looked at the sky
guess you got caught
in the last downfall
you said
she nodded
brushing raindrops
off her green raincoat
with her small hands
then wiped
her smeary glasses
with damp fingers
where are we going?
she asked
you looked at her
standing there
her wet features
and clothes
raindrops falling
from her nose
best go back
to your place
to get out
of your wet clothes
you said
don't matter
she said
it does
you said
you'll catch a death
she looked at you
I’ll dry
she said
no
you said
best go home
your mother
will let you changed
out of the wet things
while I wait
she pulled a face
OK
she said
so you both walked back
to her place
she talked
of her mother's
chesty cough
and you talked
of the silver looking
6 shooter
your old man
picked up
at some junk shop
once you got
to her home
her mother moaned
but let her changed
out of the wet clothes
and said to you
want a cuppa?
sure
you said
and so she poured you
a mug of tea
and a biscuit
and after while
she ironed some clothes
she asked about
your mother and her legs
and if
they were any better
no
you said
they' re just as bad
the tea was sweet
and milky
but you drank it
and nibbled the biscuit
and watched her iron
her plump hands
at work
her huge bust
swaying
to her motion
then Helen
came into the room
in dry clothes
her hair unplaited
and hanging
in long strands
you look
like a drowned rat
her mother said
I should wait here
if I were you
until the rain stops
Helen looked at you
then at her mother
ok
she said
I can show Benedict
my doll collection
you smiled
it could be worse
you thought
drinking your sweet tea
worse things
could happen to me.
A 8 YEAR OLD BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
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