Friday, 17 February 2012

A Pinch Of Childhood

speaking officially
I was from a broken home
misbegotten spawn
half loved twice reviled
fatherless but not rudderless
home wild happy child

penknives matches
nettle thrush scratches
broken maybe but I had
Airfix to mend it

pedal a metal
a ring a roses more Nurburg
than plague but the same
bite and bruises

with a war wound inherited
that hole in my belly
uncles that teased
and a diet of jelly

my first ten years
I just ran and I ranged
given again
I’d ask nothing be changed

fuck yes but I love

© Paul Sands February 17, 2012

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