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Brum
 
To us its just a little truck, but to him………………. Its like buried treasure
The joy of digging it out the toy box…….
Just fills his world with pleasure!
 
You see to big people its just a little toy, a truck that’s red and yellow
But when HE! sees it, its like a long lost friend that screams………………
“I’M OVER HERE MATE, ……….. HELLLLOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
 
“have you come back to play with me?………….. Can our adventures once again begin?”
“Remember last time though???!  That thing with the toilet!
You know that I cant swim!”
 
His heart’s alight as he picks it up and holds it in his hand
He smiles at us, as though explaining………………….
But we’ll never understand.
 
He drives it round on hands and knees, race tracks of laminate floors
To him this toys a work of art…………………….. 
The thing, that he adores.
 
Circum navigates the etch a sketch and there’s no time for dinner
The conservatory’s now a grand prix track……………………………
And this truck, will be the winner!
 
He kitted out in his own drivers uniform,  and he’s looking his best
With a make do helmet of messy hair
And chocolate medalled vest
 
Its got painted on eyes and a smiley face where the number plate should be
He looks at its face, and smiles right back…………
He really thinks that it can see.
 
I watch with envy, think of my own car, watch this game of push and shove
Doesn’t need ……… Diesel………………….. Tyres………………..Servicing……
His truck, just runs on love.
 
And when its time for bed tonight, he wants to bring his truck
But trucks aren’t made for bedtime Buddy……………………
“So son your out of luck”
 
Because trucks are hard and made of plastic and not really safe for bed
So with magicians skill, and slight of hand………………
Mum swaps for Ted instead
Because I’m his dad, I really should know better, and you may think I’m a knob
But when I put the truck back, in its box,
 
 
whisper………………
                                   
 
“Goodnight
                                                                    
                      Brum
                                                                                    
                                 Good 
                                                                                                             
                                             Job”  
 
Ged Thompson.
 
Liverpool Poet and Writer
 
09/09/12
 
 
 

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Isobel

Mon 24th Dec 2012 11:27

This takes me back :)

My son was very late to talk. One of his first words was car - though he refused to articulate the C for a long, long time. He would run a car up and down the sofa for hours, just repeating ar - it's amazing the love boys have for cars and wheels - it seems to be there from birth!

This is a lovely moving poem Ged - than's for posting!

Isobel x

tony sheridan

Sun 23rd Dec 2012 19:27

Nice one Ged! His truck, just runs on love. Great line! Take care, Tony.

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Ged Thompson

Sun 23rd Dec 2012 17:39

Posted at the request of Isobel X

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