Before it All Began to Go Wrong
If I could go back in time,
or even dare ..
I would go back to those
pre Helen days ..
Those filled with laughter,
three square meals
and all made by my mother ..
To tie dye tee shirt days,
with patched jeans,
patchouli oil
and of course, long hair ..
To when my father
could make, or do anything ..
To those days
when me and my brother
were both strong
and our little sister had curls ..
When Kitch was a pup
and the Abbey
called to us both most days,
after school ..
And we used to carry bows
in the woods
for no reason at all,
but we did, because it made
us feel big ..
Just like choking on roll ups
and pinching mams
packs of ten cork tipped fags ..
And I wonder,
if we could go back in time,
whether you might
choose to come back with me ..