3 Violins Poem by SOPHIE MAYES

3 violins
Screech “yes sir that’s my baby”
In the bungalow, I remember this fondly
It’s a favourite I like to replay.

The exercise bike rattles ferociously
To the right, there’s the paper wait inscribed with your name
A sense of pride seizes me
I often ponder what you were like then, when you were younger, yet older than me.

In the navy, the police
What was it like out at sea?
What did you see?
I’d like you to tell me