DARK SKIES.

MOTHER'S CHILDHOOD IN 1930S LONDON.

Never trust dark skies,

Mother says, sitting next

To you in her wheelchair

Aged and infirm, her mind

Shot through with senility;

And you remember her telling

You, that as a young girl, she

Would walk with her mother

And younger siblings, to take

Her father’s Sunday roast dinner,  

Hidden in the compartment of

The pram beneath her two baby

Sisters, to the work place where

He waited, and her mother saying,

Make sure the others do not make

Off Etty, and your mother as she

Was then, with her big blue eyes

And long curly hair, having that look

About her, as if she could see her

Father’s death in 1936, and him no

Longer waiting, no longer waiting for

Them all patiently and hungrily there.