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Date Posted: 18:36:24 01/23/04 Fri
Author: Highlander
Author Host/IP: pD9037DA9.dip.t-dialin.net / 217.3.125.169
Subject: Mums Toast

Slurping soggy coco pops in the lighted corner giggling at cartoons,
I am oblivious to the bills that pop through the front door,
cushioned by the shreaded carpet weighing down the kitchen table
as Mum escapes out the back one.

I have no need for a haircut,
my survival kit a pencil crayon,
a soap dish and anything from my favourite colour
keeps me company in the trenches filled with jagged nettle.

I was born not knitted like my teddy in brown
so I am bound to make mistakes if I move
and not like him lay still.

The slide at the playground is not nearly glazed or fast enough but at least it gives me height
to see my house from a distance,
it looks so close but still far away...
how can it be I can still smell Mums toast
and familiar soup from another world?...
and feel the blows as a giant fist lands hard on her cheek.

I am still nerved by crashing glass
and jump even when the waiter at our local restaurant loses grip of pastella.

I am moved by shades of light green and insect yellow in summer,
it reminds me of the rich children in the country and the smell of posh jam....
stirring my nostrils and even at my age concern
I still sniff the air like a curious pup
when bramble bushes bare fruit profits.

Mum has passed a long time ago,
a single mother no more than 60 kg,
barely touched 23,
beautiful, hazel eyes like mine
and a smile to die for

which literally speaking she did!

I never understood life,
never will,
and that is why I stand here at Mums grave
watering the willows
and isn�t it funny...

how I can still smell Mums toast?

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Replies:

Re: Mums Toast -- Raphaela, 11:00:18 01/24/04 Sat
- Re: Mums Toast -- Highlander, 11:46:45 01/25/04 Sun
Re: Mums Toast -- Leisa*), 13:33:42 01/26/04 Mon
Re: Mums Toast -- AGS, 21:53:02 01/28/04 Wed