poetry from Tudor House, November 2009
Signs
Mother says I eat fast when I’m unhappy,
Like I have got used to there being no time.
She looks for signs like this
Knowing that only after
Will she find out what was wrong,
Pours the wine, loosens tongues,
Serves up all the desserts I have ever loved.
There are more courses than I can manage,
As if she is buying herself time to figure out
What is going on behind those eyes.
winston plowes
Mon 16th Nov 2009 15:29
Hi Stevie, Wasn't there but loved signs too... A sidways look at all those emotions under the surface. suppressed by family etiquette round the table. Great. Win