Bring possessions
whittled meagre
wedding photo pre-war
black and white
some cardigans, a nylon dress
a stack of 'New Idea's
and hold your handbag close
although there`s only token notes
you won't need money here
He was only five years old, he died you know
And bring your memory
whittled thin
threadbare like the hallway rug
where all the traffic's been
a doily draped
and laced with holes
They keep the hallways spotless
but there's stains on all the chairs
And how is it that I'm still here, alive
He died, my little one, when he was only five
And bring your families,
grandchildren
It's just like home
they're welcome, anytime
My other son, why he's grown now
Yes, he'll be in to visit soon
Maybe even this afternoon
He's busy though, the job, the kids
the weekend sport, that's how it is
Did I tell you that I had a child that died?
Written by Kathryn Ross
April 5th, 2016
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2016
whittled meagre
wedding photo pre-war
black and white
some cardigans, a nylon dress
a stack of 'New Idea's
and hold your handbag close
although there`s only token notes
you won't need money here
He was only five years old, he died you know
And bring your memory
whittled thin
threadbare like the hallway rug
where all the traffic's been
a doily draped
and laced with holes
They keep the hallways spotless
but there's stains on all the chairs
And how is it that I'm still here, alive
He died, my little one, when he was only five
And bring your families,
grandchildren
It's just like home
they're welcome, anytime
My other son, why he's grown now
Yes, he'll be in to visit soon
Maybe even this afternoon
He's busy though, the job, the kids
the weekend sport, that's how it is
Did I tell you that I had a child that died?
Written by Kathryn Ross
April 5th, 2016
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2016
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