The bell on the bus goes off
You grab my hand as I eat the gingerbread man clutched in my small fist
I follow, watching the pink flowers on wispy trees
As you drag me through looming buildings in bustling streets,
We reach your destination,
The small blue shop with the yellow sign,
The name in bold writing, the name I was too young to read properly.
Getting pulled into the shop while you talked to the pretty lady with dark Irish curls
As I was handed a packet of chocolate buttons and given a warm smile from the pretty lady,
My price for silence,
Now you live with the pretty lady and have a young son
I often wonder if you talk to him about the shop
Or if he knows about the little girl who’s price for silence was a packet of chocolate buttons and a kind smile from the pretty lady
I should have drove a harder bargain
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I was young my grandad used to take me into town, he would fill me up with sweets and I would be content. He would often bring me to lots of different places, certain shops, women's homes etc. It's only years later that I realised he was having multiple affairs on my nan with these women I met. One woman in particular I met often. She worked in a Centra in town and my grandad often brought me up to visit her. While they would talk, I would be given chocolate buttons and let run around the shop. I thought these were the best days, allowed to do whatever it was I wanted. But it turns out he only used to take me out so that he could meet with these women, I remember a few and a good few moments, but this one in particular stands out to me. My grandad left my nan about 8 years ago now, he lives with the woman in the story and has a 7 year old autistic son, my uncle with her. I have no ill will towards him, he's a lovely boy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
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This will relate to a lot of people especially older generations, as they say in life nothing is for nothing, well written write
Thank you, I appreciate it
You are very welcome
You certainly should have driven a harder bargain. I guess you lost that chance, but I admire your forgiveness.
I really should have! Thank you, it has taken me a long time to get here but I hold no ill will and never have to his son, he's a lovely boy
Yes, I understand. I may have misread the first time x
Most wonderfully written from the perspective of a child. It is an innocent view about lies, bribery, fidelity. All in metaphor shown to be different from another point of view. All things in life have their justifications and it depends on how you see things as to how you take them.
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. Exactly! I love that perspective
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