|My Nana, Mum, my brother and me!|
I remember the year of 1965, a tent in the garden,
Mr Tambourine Man on the radio, June, the heat.
I remember Monday mornings, washing flapping
on the line, clean-sheet smell, cold meat for lunch
I remember those long school holidays, grey August days,
clouded and wet before the sun and steaming fences
I remember wearing my jeans in the blazing heat and
a bikini in the garden, red blotches on white skin
I remember the dart board on the shed door, the knife
I used to arrow into the grass, the thud, the holes!
I remember watching insects for hours, the ants moving eggs,
the woodlice I kept in a box, the worms I cradled.
I remember my brother’s scooter I raced round the corner
of what we called the concrete (these days aka patio!)
I remember building an assault course for the dog, getting her
to jump the sticks, and here I honed my footballing skills
I remember the hours spent in my room inventing new games,
listening to rock and pop, taping the top twenty on Sundays.
I remember before we had a video the arguments over programmes,
and then with a video arguments over what to tape
I remember how I took it all for granted, the safety, the love,
the family unit, the laughter. I remember.
I will always remember.