Something that you said
'He can't come with us, he's dead'
Stuck with me for decades
It still does.

Your Sister hoiked you shoulder high
Slapped you on her back
We chattered to the local shop
Bought Number 6 for old time's sake.

You mocked my endless misery
And told me 'don't wear black'
In our retro table football game
Played Norman Wisdom at left back

Forced me to dance to the Human League
Laughed with open mouthed silence 
Like our Mothers
And theirs before.

The nose that we were born with
Gives our genes away.




◄ Cuckoo

All of our Fathers are dead ►


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