Mol

Father

He taught me to fold,

empty packets of crisps,

into squares. Then triangles.

The edges sharp, 

the taste of vinegar,

in our mouths.

A silent challenge,

in a grin.

Our fingers racing,

creating seams,

conjuring lines

drawing shapes,

from something so simple

as an empty crisp packet. 

 

Comments3

  • marlenawood

    Good writing xx

    • Mol

      Thank you :)

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      WELCOME MOL Thanks for your first Poem ~ Elegant and replete with rhythm ! I love the message "We can all learn a lot from our parents ~ if we take time to chat with them !" I live in my own Flat but I'm always running home to ask advice from my Parents (and for Sunday Lunch of course !) Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.

      • Mol

        Thank you very much! I certaintly will

      • smallest_stars

        To what Briansodes said, there is a beautiful rhythm to your poem which makes is so delightful to read .

        Great job!

        • Mol

          Thank you so much!



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