TALK OVER TEA.A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER FAMILY TALK ABOUT BOYS AND HAVING A BOYFRIEND IN 1962Her mother poured tea her father sat talking about his day at work her sister sat eating her jam and cheese sandwich Elaine sat looking into space her eyes vacant cat got your tongue? her mother said gazing at her the teapot mid-air her father looked at her perhaps she found herself a boyfriend and smiled some hopes her sister said more chance of you winning at horses Dad Elaine blushed and tried to look uninterested in the conversation such as it was or wasn't so who's the boy who's in love with my Frumpy Hen? the father said no boy at all Elaine said just thinking that requires a brain her sister said with a mouthful of jam and cheese sandwich her mother said what boy I never heard of a boy? there is no boy it's just Dad having his joke Elaine said going red feeling her body become hot I was going to say you're too young yet for boys and their nonsense you're just 14 why when I was your age boys were not even on the agenda why my dad'd strap me one if he thought I'd been messing with boys Elaine couldn't get a boy to look at her let alone mess about with her her sister said munching the mouthful Elaine tried to bring her heart into a steady pace her pulse was racing she sensed her blood rushing through her body like lava down a volcano I can't imagine our Elaine with a boy anyway her father said maybe a boy with a white stick he joked with a guide dog Elaine gazed at her father and frowned only joking my Frumpy Hen I dare say you'll get some one someday not before she's older her mother said sitting at the table not before she's much older can't have a girl her age with boys and all they get up to like that Mrs Kimp's daughter out all hours with boys coming along the road with a boy on her arm not right and she no older that Elaine here Elaine tried to imagine herself some place else as she ate a ham sandwich feeling like gagging on it if she was a daughter of mine I'd give her what for the mother said sitting uneasy on the chair gazing at Elaine's young sister not at Elaine I'm not thinking of a boy Elaine lied feeling her body unfold her heart racing along good job too her mother said you're my good girl giving Elaine a smile as John crept into Elaine's thoughts all the while. © 2015 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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