Neville

Before it All Began to Go Wrong

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 ..