COIN BOXA Poem by Terry CollettA BOY IN EIRE IN 1950SPut the coin in the box, Colin, Uncle Donal said, Hear it shake, and he’d Take up the box and shake It hard so that the coins Would rattle loudly. Do you Hear that, Colin, that’s the Change from my purse and Pocket, the missionaries can Have that for their work abroad, To feed and spread the Word. Will you hush the noise there, Granddaddy called; I can’t hear Myself think for the racket of it. The horses are on the run and I Can’t hear who is where and who’s Behind. Uncle Donal put the Charity box down on the mantel Shelf with the gentleness of Cousin Chloe removing her underwear Before her bath. Ah, feck the horse, Granddaddy bellowed, I could run Faster myself so I could. Never bet On the horses, Colin, he said, they’ll Let you down and take your money Just like a woman. Uncle Donal pulled A face and grinned from ear to ear, as Grandmother entered the room with A face of thunder and Granddaddy said, Oh, hello, wife, how are you my dear? © 2010 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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