BEING DAD 1951A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND HIS AUNT GO VISITING A FRIEND AND HER DAUGHTER AND A GAME TO BE PLAYED IN 1951Auntie and I went to her friend Milly's place (a flat on the other side of the parade ground) she knocked at the door and we waited after a little while the door opened and Auntie's friend's daughter Elsie stood there staring at us is your mum at home? Auntie said Elsie glowered at me with her small eyes I'll ask her the girl said and went back into the flat there was a murmuring of voices from inside then Milly appeared o sorry about that I was in the loo Milly said come on in so we went in the flat smelt of past dinners and hanging washing we followed her into the sitting room and she said to sit down so we did Elsie her 5 year old daughter stood by her doll's pram staring at us want some tea and a bit of cake? Milly said that'd be nice Auntie said what about you Benny ? Milly said can I have a glass of water please? she nodded and went off into the kitchen and Auntie said you go play with Elsie let me and Milly have a chat I looked at Elsie who was pushing the doll's pram around the room looking at me darkly ok I said Milly brought me a glass of water and a piece of fruit cake and I said thank you and then she brought a tray with cups and pieces of cake and sat with Auntie and began to talk go play with Elsie Auntie said I nodded and went over to where Elsie was rocking her doll against her chest I've come to play I said she looked at me boys don't play with doll's she said coldly let Benny play her mother said don't want him playing with my doll Elsie said you'll let him play or I'll tan your backside Milly said Elsie stood looking at her mother then at me you have to be the dad she said as if chewing a piece of tough meat I nodded and walked with her to the pram I didn't want to be the dad or play with the doll as I was a 4 year old boy but it was better than sitting listening to Auntie and Milly talk Elsie moodily pushed her pram into the passageway and I followed glumly we're going shopping she said I push the pram dads don't push prams so I walked beside her wisely silent smelling the carbolic scent she was wearing and watching her moody glare wishing I was elsewhere than there. © 2016 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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