Susy Evelyne


Going back to Bath

I long to go back to Bath -
to the streets I would pass through,
following close my mother's footsteps
as small children do.

I long to go back to Bath -
a fan-glazed door to trace,
in a street just a stone's throw
from Royal Crescent's grace.

And behind that fan-glazed door,
down the hall, lofty and cold,
were the cosy rooms of my granny
with her heart of gold.

Yes, I long to go back to Bath,
to stand in Pulteney Street,
on that broad pavement where my aunts
would tread with weary feet.

And from that street I'd make my way
to old St James' Square -
and think: my mother's friend
lived in that grand house there.

One day I'll go back to Bath,
to the city of golden stone -
and think of these dear daughters of Bath
to the next world gone.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, June 16, 2014

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