The world before your birth
The world before your birth;
your mother existing before you,
loving a life eternally young
in the post-war years of hope,
before working, cleaning, birthing,
reponsibilities, the grown-up mum.
She loves horses, perches a-top,
rides giggling like a river flows.
Loves dancing, her dresses long,
barefoot, a carefree wonderful.
She loves talking, whimsical,
dressing up and acting the clown.
Summering in Uncle Stan’s caravan,
where Len drives his motor overcliff
and steps out without a scratch.
Mill Sands with its little plots & fences,
the sea brushing sandy feet away
while kids dig between sunbathers.
I shake a snowstorm and she laughs,
standing inside, hugging a smile.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 20, 2021
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