WHEN WE GET OLDER 1963A Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL AND HER PARENTS IN EIRE IN 1963Magdalene sits opposite her father at the dining table, her mother is in the kitchen dishing up the food. Your ma says that Maguire girl was here? Her father says. Magdalene looks at him for a while. What was she doing here? He says. Listening to records, and talking, she replies. But why was she here? The reports from school from the nuns are not good, he says. What mine? Magdalene says. No hers, they've almost given up on her, he says. Shame on them, she says. He stares at her, no lip from you or you'll feel my hand, he says gruffly, stay away from her, she'll bring you no good. Magdalene looks away from him, looks at the Scared Heart of Jesus picture on the wall. Her da goes on, she listens to the music in her head, that Billy Fury song, thinking of her and Mary in the bed, kissing and touching. Her ma comes in with two plates of stew and puts them down in front of them both, then goes out again. Her da still yaks, Billy Fury still sings. Her ma comes in with her own plate of stew, and sits down at the table. I've told her to stay away from the Maguire girl, the father says to the mother. Make sure you do, her ma says. Magdalene gazes at her mother. Billy stops singing; her ma's voice has driven him away. I will, Magdalene says, beginning to fork in the dumpling. Make sure you do, I don't want her round here again, her da says. Billy Fury sings once more, Mary's hand touches her, brings her to a seventh heaven, and then she kisses neck, and shoulder. We'll run away, Mary said, when we get older. © 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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