Poetry day 21

Museum

Take a walk around the museum, why don’t you?

Look over there, that’s your first holiday in Spain,

Remember the photograph?

Short bobbed hair, shorter skirt - but it was the sixties,

There’s a drink in your hand,

And you’re sat on a boy’s lap whose name you couldn’t recall,

You are young and happy.

Look this way, it’s snowing in the back garden,

Your daughter is there in a white fluffy coat,

She looks like a tiny snowball,

You are a mother.

And just over here,

You’re in Thailand,

And there, at a party sat looking bored at a table,

You came home with an orchid trapped in a plastic case,

On a beach wrapped in a towel with two freezing children,

Playing with the kittens; dragging a piece of string for them,

Sat in the garden with a cup of tea and a biscuit,

You are you.