childhood memories
crashing cutlery laughing teasing
please only one brussel sprout
elbows off the table
now silence crackles
hammering heart
confusion bewilderment
tenterhooks
boys downcast
sunday lunch reinvented as a trial
I gather myself in the tautness
speaking too brightly
no one is fooled
except maybe my youngest
our conversation bounces brittlely
covert cautious looks exchanged
He leaves
We breathe
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Author:
mumiza (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2018 07:59
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Comments1
Wow excellent!
Takes me back to when the lunch wasn't served ntil after the pubs kicked everyone out.
Nervous times nicely explored great write
🙂
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