snippets of ancient memories

in my pushchair, under a red
hooded raincover
feeling safe and dry

on the back of mum’s bike
watching vertical lines pass by
on some kind of underpass
a trip to the library maybe

less pleasant glimpse of crying
on the sofa as the cat
who had gone blind
stumbled round and round
crashing into things
making me sob with sadness

that sofa which seemed
so big with my short legs
that stuck out straight
not bent at knees
the edge too far away

those knees, constantly scraped
from my regular stumbles
and mum saying “lift up your feet!”

By Suzy Shipman

I like to take photos and write words ...

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