Monthly Archives: October 2013

JOHN’S SHOP

Standard

WHAT BECOMES OF US?

Why did we call it John’s Shop?

There was no sign of John

and the shop was a kitchen under the stairs.

Chipped mugs on a shelf

and a knocked about whistling kettle.

We were sixth formers

fifty years ago.

Mostly skinny.

Thrilled

to squeeze  together

chinking our mugs

dreaming of boys.

*

Why do I remember?

*

Today a drab church

and a coffin.

A light shower.

A safe eulogy to wife and Mother.

I thought of school days.

John’s Shop.

Her mug, her tea.

Her unknown future

And mine.

 

What becomes of us?

 

Advertisements