Tuesday 22 November 2016

Albert

Detail of Fresh Air and Poverty, panel created by Janet Edge

A big world across the road
‏Big lorries, noisy
‏Dad, he'd carry
‏Heavy sacks

‏Bags as heavy as me and
‏He'd never come home tired
‏Into the little world
‏In which children have their existence

‏I'd have a walk up there
‏In summer
‏My Dad, Blue Circle Cement Works
‏Long time ago

‏Pause you who read this, think a moment
‏Of a very strong man, tall
‏Coming home dusty
‏Into my little world

‏Thirsty for a cup of tea
‏Then out in the garden
‏Digging up the little world
‏In which children have their existence.


‏Janet Edge
‏1 Feb 2016
‏Hope

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