Whenever he came home drunk
Dad would eat his dinner fried
To appease mums annoyance
At another ruined dinner
When da got home too late to eat
We had fried potatoes
Reheated meat and veg
For lunch the next day
Waste not Want not
Was the motto of our childhood
this is such a strong, clear poem– strong images; I felt like I was at the table.
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Elaine, thank you so much 🙂
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Mine too Bernadette. I remember it.well. xx
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I think many have similar memories xx
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