What The Ulez Expansion Means To Me Poem by Diana Rosser

I am looking at the pebbles
on the beach
where I poured you into the sands
Sun is glinting on the waves
you ploughed your precious hands through
I watched them
hold my feet on your shoulders
Puppeteer Sooty and Sweep
Draw a mosquito in my autograph book
Pull me through to the mountain top
Build sandcastles and cannon balls
to pound the seas with
Carve the Sunday roast
Firm press earth around new finds
There was always room in the garden
for one more
Tighten screws
Tear tape, you always tore it between your clean thumbs
Caress the shift stick of the old Volvo
That you gave me
That I still drive
That I will have to give up
Like I gave up you
to the sands and the tide