Memories
walking
then cavorting
skipping along with me Dad
singing a song
inside my head
until we reached the red phone box
where me Dad called his Ma
like he did every Sunday
cos she lived so far
away
then a silver sixpence
fed a machine
for a chocolate bar
that tasted better then
and me Dad did the same
for a packet of ten
and a guilty smoke
on the way home
