Tag: memories
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Waiting For The Kettle Age Seven
After my brother’s stabbing I remember the kettle boiling At light’s lapsing arrived dour parents, wearing day’s toiling Alighting long suffering fell silent and longsighing allowed finally feel thankful Tankful of upturned woe vial, aside them angels and viler iterations April’s ides bewared, too tired for ire they thanked God for two sons Dad upon…