Old Lady Died

Friday morning. Year zero eight.
Get out of bed thinking bugger, I'm late.
Put my clothes on. Tie up my hair.
Button my shirt as I walk down the stairs.

Make my breakfast. Sit down to eat.
Dad grunts hello as I pull up a seat.
Look at paper. Don't read inside.
Don't see the article: 'Old lady died'.

Saturday morning. Year zero eight.
At breakfast this morning, drop a glass plate.
Pick up pieces. Chuck them away
On top of the paper from yesterday.

Friday morning. Year eighty eight.
Teenage girl wakes thinking bugger, I'm late.
Puts her clothes on. Ties up her hair.
Buttons her shirt as she walks down the stairs.

Makes her breakfast. Sits down to eat.
Dad grunts hello as she pulls up a seat.
Looks at paper. Not the inside.
Not the small article: 'Old lady died'.