Always Read the Label

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 10 Dec 2014
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In between his cornflakes and his toast,
he looks at me – says he thinks
he’s bipolar. 
 
Why’s that? I ask, trying to stay calm.
 
His mood swings, he says;
one minute, he’s up, the next –
feeling really depressed.
 
Tell him it’s probably hormonal; 
seeing as he’s seventeen.  
 
Tell him to bide his time before
he labels himself anything...
 
speaking of which – read out loud
words on a small, pink sticker 
on the hem of his new T shirt. 
 
Made in the Philippines; 
smile to myself recalling that sojourn; 
where he was conceived,
right enough.
 
Composition, Ninety percent 
cotton, six-percent Lyrca – four percent, 
Miscellaneous Fibres.
 
Seemed he was quite a mixed bag;
more to him than met the eye.
 
On reflection – a bit like me, 
and most everyone else. 
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Submitted by ashb on

really liked this, and esp. the thing with the clothes tag. 

as a minature story I'd say it might work eqally well in ordinary prose, but i guess if writing in lines is what you are used to....

ashb

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, so much, Lena.  Pleased you likedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by torscot on

Hello sand lady.

A late dip into your tales (login probs) and what a delight to read this knitted yarn.

A proper jumper I say whatever the label tells you

Regards

ps  When are you to be seen wearing  the  Christina Tiara ?

torscot

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Well hello theresmiley  Just like a breath of fresh air you breeze in.  Good to hear from you,   

Never was any good at knitting.   Can't turn corners, so scarves, and blankets - my speciality.  And as to that indomitable tiara...the answer to your question; never when there's an 'r' in the monthwink

I trust your log-in problems are resolved.  Guess that's what comes of living out in the sticks, so to speak.

Hope you're well, and that life is treating you kindly.

 

sand lady