… is as lost to me as yesterday
Father Christmas
gave me a bagatelle
at the Christmas party
in the Mackworth hotel
70 years ago
grandpa
was a painter there
it all looked so very rich
it didn’t seem fair
a grand staircase
as I recall
revolving and swinging doors
at home we had bugger all
70 years ago
we lined up
they called my name
shy solemnly I walked
it seemed a shame
to slowly unwrap
what I longed to tear
but eyes on me
seemed everywhere
the going there
and the coming away
is as lost to me
as yesterday
70 years ago I say
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