‘Great, great, great great, greeeeeaaat Auntie Zina!’ We collapse into hysterics. Soooo very funny Us kids pickin on you. In your adulthood Happy to field the abuse. Knowing its’ our way
Grandma! Walking along hedge lines with you and Heidi. Growling I wound her – poor dog, but she’d knick my treats back If I wasn’t quick enough Hotched up on our knees by the back window
He Confused by the role of father/farmer/lover Deeply scarred by knives. Awkwardly shown, and earned. Ready to quarrel Or do both. And argue the toss. Who wins.Who loses. Who is to know
You were the girl Blond and somewhat glamorous in a tractor Or pouring over recipes with an excited mother That guided me over a field with wires, blindfold With the instruction ‘find it’
I took the pen That filled those forms. Marriage and divorce. Then stood on a safe balcony With a spring turned summer too quickly Steam coming off the hill below Swallowing the trees