She was a small, slate-grey & white ball of frightened fur,
Cuddled deep down in an old cardi'
Cradled on our knees
As we cornered carefully home to Kinson from Hampshire....
I knew them.
Knew them as well as one can know two names engraved,
Side by side in granite, lead inlaid:
Henry and William Alfred, a brace of Edgington boys
They say you'll love it or hate it and there isn't much room in-between.
I was sure I was going to squeeze into that slightly grudging middle ground:
Appreciative of training, skill, strength, grace, movement and artistic interpretation,
But left slightly untouched because I've two left feet and little affinity with the dancefloor
Girls don't always have fun
When you stop to think about it.
If you stop to think about it.
Wonder what she knows:
Whether she hears what we hear,
Saw your picture
From a year,
An imagination away.
“It’ll be different! ”,
Not perhaps knowing
Quite how right