I sit on the grass
with Yiska
warm summer day
lunch time recess
do you think of me
when you're home?
she says
most of the time
I say
I think of you
nearly all of the time
at home
she says
what do you
think about?
I say
us together
in my bed at night
she says
as I hug my pillow
and kiss it
I pick grass
with my fingers
every night?
I say
most nights
she says
do you hug your pillow
and dream of me
in your bed?
she says
not easy
I share a bed
with my younger brother
I say
of course
she says
do you wish it was me
there and not him?
she says
I scatter the grass
at my feet
I think of you lying there
and me hugging you close
and kissing and such
I say
my mother said to me
what's the matter with you
wandering the house
like a moody cow?
Yiska says
nothing I told her
just that time of the month
and my brother said
what time of the month
is that?
feck off
I said and mother
told me to behave
and not swear
I look at her sitting there
her hands on her knees
what does your brother say
about us sitting here lunch times?
he says nothing to her
I don't think he worries
and he'd not tell tales
she turns and leans close
and kisses me quickly
wish you were
in my bed at night
she whispers
so do I
I reply
Goldfinch comes over
aren't you playing football?
he says
we need you
for right back
not now
I say
I'm back here with her
he shakes his head
and goes
I look at her
and she smiles
and I imagine her
with no clothes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was thinking of that great singer and guitarist, Eddie Cochran but this is just as good, Terry. Takes you back real well Tom