Daddies and Sweets

It’s
drizzling today – but at least it’s warm.
I sit, legs
dangling on the sandstone garden wall.
I am trying hard,
to make my final sweet
last, until tea time
yet I somehow
doubt it will.

There’s
a man in with Mama who I don’t recall
ever seeing before.
They
are sitting side by side eating strawberries
I really hope they
save some for me.
Their voices are low – but every now and
again,
I can here Mama laugh.
She doesn’t laugh that
often – I guess
that’s how I notice it so, when she does.
I swallow my sweet, feeling annoyed with myself
for being so greedy.

I wish they would hurry up and finish whatever
it is, they’ve got to say.
Eventually I hear the sound of the
front door being
rattled open.
Sometimes in the really wet weather
the door sticks –
Mama hit it with a pick axe once, made
no difference other than it broke the handle.
For months afterwards we used a spoon
to turn the lock until finally an old friend
came to fix it –
‘free of charge’ Mama said!

Finally
side by side out they came  – he looked full of himself to me.
Mama acted  all surprised on seeing me.
Can’t think why – she had told me to sit
there.
She
started making funny head gestures towards the house.
I jumped
down from the wall – but not before
the man  had
strolled  towards me.
I could smell
those strawberries on his thick beer laden breath.
He took some sweets from his pocket, holding them out to me.
Mama
nodded for me to accept – so I took them.
My fingers
soon expertly rummaging
in amongst the bright coloured wrappers
looking  for my favourite.
Some of Mamas words  got a
little lost as I unwrapped the sweets.
However, I think I heard
her say
‘Mary, say hello to your
new Daddy’.
I smiled – at least this one brings me sweets…

Poppy ~xx~

 

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Daddies and Sweets…

It’s drizzling today – but at least it’s warm.
I sit, legs dangling on the sandstone garden wall.
I am trying hard,  to make my final sweet
last, until tea time
yet I somehow doubt it will.

There’s a man in with Mama who I don’t recall
ever seeing before.
They are sitting side by side eating strawberries
I really hope they save some for me.
Their voices are low – but every now and again,
I can here Mama laugh.
She doesn’t laugh that often – I guess
that’s how I notice it so, when she does.

I swallow my sweet, feeling annoyed with myself
for being so  greedy.
I wish they would hurry up and finish whatever
it is, they’ve got to say.
Eventually I hear the sound of the front door being shaken open.
Sometimes in the really wet weather
the door sticks – Mama hit it with a pick axe once.
Made no difference other than it broke the door handle.
For months afterwards we used a spoon to turn the lock until
an old friend finally came to fix it – ‘free of charge‘ Mama said.

Finally side by side out that came  – he looked kinda nervous to me.
Mama acted  all surprised on seeing me sitting there.
Can’t think why – she had told me to sit here.
She started making funny head gestures towards the house.
I jumped down from the wall – but not before
the man  had strolled  towards me.
I could smell those strawberries on his beer laden breath.

He took some sweets from his pocket, holding them out to me.
Mama nodded for me to accept – so I took them from him.
My fingers were soon expertly rummaging
in amongst the bright coloured wrappers looking  for my favourite.
Some of Mamas words  got a little lost as I unwrapped the sweets.
However, I think I heard her say
‘Mary, say hello to your new Daddy’.
Cool I smiled – at least this one brings me sweets…

Poppy December 2013 ~xx~