Poetry

Knowing

I felt the whiskers sharply

Upon my youthful face,

A damp kiss on my forehead

Leaving memories to embrace.

The hot concrete steps we had just walked

Seemed a worthy price to pay,

Ance once inside, we crossed the floor

Of peeled vinyl,  not newly laid.

Antique plates and china

And the musky smell collide,

But I keep on walking further in,

The best treasures are inside.

The billiard table upon dirty carpet,

And the novelty fish that sings,

In this cave of invincibility

Are a few of my favourite things.

"It's lunch!" they'd call from out on the deck,

The smell of chicken and ham arrived,

We raced outside as fast as we could,

And straight into the food we dived.

"How 'bout a drink for the little ones?

I've got cans upon cans downstairs"

Mum nodded with a smile and with a laugh,

We gulped and drank without cares.

Running and running, round and round,

Hiding, surprising as well,

The little maze like a jungle,

Where the bad guys and the harmful dwell.

The stained old cloth upon the dusty old couch,

The TV hadn't worked for years,

And finally when it's time to go,

We pretend that we don't hear.

And every Christmas, he'd let us choose,

A gift we'd like under the tree,

He'd wrap it up with all the care in the world

And claim that it was from he.

From all the times whether I was young or old,

I remembered the O.B.E too,

There'll never be anybody who I wish I knew more,

Not a celebrity, but you.