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Date Posted: 13:33:42 01/26/04 Mon
Author: Leisa*)
Author Host/IP: ACC1A1C6.ipt.aol.com / 172.193.161.198
Subject: Re: Mums Toast
In reply to: Highlander 's message, "Mums Toast" on 18:36:24 01/23/04 Fri

it is so nice to see you out here, HighMan
and what a lovely tribute

Leisa*)

>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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