DARK SKY AND RAIN 1958A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS AND A FUNERAL IN LONDON IN 1958I didn't go to Ingrid's father's funeral it was a small affair of mostly family (reluctantly )who came a few hangers-on all dressed in black they left the flats in cars (unusual sight in the Square) and went off I watched them go later Ingrid came and knocked at my flat door and my mum answered it is Benny there? she asked yes come in Ingrid Mum said how did the funeral go? sad seeing Mum and others cry Ingrid said looking past Mum to see if I was around I came out of the lounge and she came to me and put her arms around me and squeezed tightly want a drink Ingrid? Mum said Ingrid nodded and said yes please and Mum went off to the kitchen and we went in the lounge and sat on the brown settee what happened? I said we went to the cemetery in the cars and there were about a dozen people there and the funeral men and a vicar and we went in some chapel and sang hymns and the vicar spoke about Dad and it seemed a different dad from the one I knew no one else said a thing and then after we came home Ingrid said do the cops know who knifed him yet? I said no not yet she said but the police came around yesterday and talked to Mum about people but she has no idea who did it she was quiet Mum bought in two teas and went off again and I looked out the window at the dark sky and rain. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry 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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