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Dada taught me cards.
Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.
A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.
His big belly like a cannon ball.

Wonderland
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Speak kindly to your little boy

And hug him when he cries.

Add kisses, kindness, time and love

Teach him to be wise.

 

Speak softly to your little girl

Overheard in a Tower Block
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Kicking the pebbles along Eastbourne beach

as the orange-pink of sunset

plays with the ebbing tide,

my mother asks…

 

Jennifer Watson
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When Harry went away
he stole a part of Mum.
No-one warned us. 
No-one said.
We looked and looked for ages – 

Red Cherry Red
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I was born with a map of Australia on my face;
it was beautiful, my mother told me – 
there was nobody like me in the whole wide world
who could trace the edges of down under

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Could you be a little better?

Could you be a little more?

Could you stand up straight, speak clearly,

Pick your clothes up off the floor.

Red Cherry Red
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I spied a small lonely boy.
I was his beautiful red balloon,
from morning through to noon,