Remembering it
Like it was yesterday
With the stiff necked father
And broken mother
And the lusty girl
From across the river
Sniffing around him
Like some damned cat
And mother saying not a word
But shuffling from kitchen to larder
Like some mouse
In someone else’s house.
And the children huddled
In dark corners
With pieces of jammed bread
And the curses and laughter
Touching the windows
And lifting the rafter
With the loudness boxing the ears.
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Anna del C.
Author of "The Elf and the Princess"
and "Trouble in the Elf City"