All I remember of her
is a sound of peeing
from the next door room,
an urgent stream followed by a grunt,
and a mysterious glimpse of white string
between her legs;
and afternoon tea at The George
during term; and her tears
as I sang in chapel. Welsh lamb
served in leopard print.
Panic at the smallest event
when driving; a joke about a duck;
and my baby nose immersed
in her warm, wet mouth.
But that's all.
John H Davies
25th IV 2010
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