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Poem Details
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| Title: | THROUGH A SON’S EYES |
| Author: | Terry Joyce |
| Date Submitted: | 3/28/2007 |
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On tenterhooks we ate our picnic lunch Of course mum spoiled it. The salami’s too hot. The butter's too soft. And, she hates pickles, Bread would be better than buns. On tenterhooks we ate chocolate ice-cream. It didn’t take her long to spoil it. The choc’s too soft, Ice cream’s too messy. On tenterhooks we went for a walk. She spoiled it. She hates the wind. Why did we have to walk when we’ve got a car? She does love the beach. There she smiles and I laughed a lot, we all did. She can be so nice yet, so frightening. We walked back on tenterhooks. My mum, her smiles and laughter, warmth and love They stayed with the waves drifting off to sea. Maybe my mum will be back at high tide. Maybe? ... |