Moving out

It is not that you are not happy at home,

dinner is ready on the table at the right time,

the food you like: salmon, caprese and saffron risotto,

Jaffa cakes and sfogliatelle are always there for snacks.

I make ice cream and pizza at weekends,

abundant portions, free service,

the Italian way.


But you need more space, your space,

friends not just family,

cook your own food, wash your own clothes

make your own choices and learn from them,

the promise of a beginning.

The alarm clock says 5 am.

I fall in slumber again waiting for a decent time to get up, 6 am.

I make a list of the things to do in my mind.

I might forget what to say

and you will be already gone.


◄ Newcastle


No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message