![]() Belfast/York/CambridgeA Poem by ALifeAquatic![]() Constructive destruction welcome...![]() Go n-éirí an bóthar leat Aye well, left didn't I? A cacophony followed "Ock aye, but y'll be back won't ye lad?" Ma washing a wardrobe for all occasions, a sea of white linen, salt caked shirt cuffs, starched collars trousers rolled just how I like 'em, an her frail hands rattling aul suitcase packed ever so gently... Da driving me till the station, ain't seen the aul b*****d cry, nat seen 'im since... "Y'll be alright son, remember 'ure catechism an don't forget yer prayers" Fifty six and counting, grey like ma, suppose her colour went early, his took a little longer.. Not hard to imagine, things don't change, time just keeps ticking and they just keep on keeping on. And until we meet again © 2015 ALifeAquaticReviews
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7 Reviews Added on February 5, 2015 Last Updated on February 5, 2015 Author![]() ALifeAquaticBelfast (Currently based in York, England), IrelandAboutBorn October 1st 1990 in Belfast (Northern) Ireland. more..Writing
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