Sheila sat
opposite
her sister
at breakfast
you tell-tale
she lip mouthed
pulled a face
Sheila is
being rude
to me Mum
Ella said
that's enough
no nonsense
at breakfast
Mother says
Father reads
his newspaper
page 2 girl
Ella prayed
a short prayer
over meals
with eyes closed
as I said
(Mother said)
I want no
boy trouble
or seeing
or talking
understand
Sheila?
Sheila sat
eating at
her breakfast
just talking
nothing else
she muttered
they were close
together
sitting down
on the field
Ella said
what field?
Mother said
school field
where we sit
during lunch
recess time
Ella said
Mother eyed
Sheila
what were you
two talking
about then?
Mother asked
just about
butterflies
that he's seen
Sheila said
the first thing
in her head
butterflies?
Mother said
is that all?
And birds too
he likes birds
and knows names
and things on
them egg types
and all that
Sheila said
is he soft?
Father said
birds indeed
but what sort?
Feathered kind
Sheila said
I saw them
sitting close
Ella said
doing what?
Mother asked
just talking
Sheila said
but she wished
that John had
kissed her lips
as she wished
kissed her neck
put his hand
on her thigh
tickled her
to giggles
you're too young
for any boys
Mother said
no sitting
or talking
with any boy
Father gazed
at the girl
on page 2
Ella stared
at Sheila
I want to
be a nun
and I shall
prayer for you
when I am
Ella said
Sheila thought
of John's hand
and his lips
his kisses
and touches
and wished that
he had done
what she dreamed
in the night
maybe she
thought he might.
Along the ways of life! Death is part of us. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one, Terry Tom Billsborough