Fear of Drowning - (re post for - poetry monthly)
Torturous the cloaked table where inexperienced parents wielded total authority over the practice kid who plate plied struggled not to vomit post-war salty carrots, whole brussel sprouts with the spuds and cabbage that gagged a sensitive gullet. Eat it! They shouted. So she chewed another mouthful, and another without a swallow. Gapen mouthed, she retched - guests aghast. One sucked breath on another till she wilted like a hand stitched doll passed out. Doctor's spat advice, "She does it for attention. Head under tap - face up - she'll stop." Wake up! Wake up! This is your perfect first child. Your practice child. And remember - practice makes perfect.