Five Minutes Ago... Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

Frances Macaulay Forde

Frances Macaulay Forde

Born: UK, grew up: Africa, now living: Perth, Western Australia

Five Minutes Ago...



you toddled up
slapped my face
stumbling
grumbling
running race
football jumper
muddy shoes
teeth that loosened
legs that grew
homemade bow
brand new shoes
not worn-out yet
underdaks the ones
that stretched
cotton socks
jeans that fit
it seems 5 minutes
where did you go?



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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Mills 05 May 2005

Poignant reminder of all those add-up minutes which seem to compress the further we go, Frances. I don't know what 'underdaks' are but I frequently ask that final question. A little capsule of wonder. Jimmy

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