Poetry

Edith Speers: Two Poems

These balloons are okay The children were not at the funeral but they knew their grand-dad was gone. All the same they raced and tumbled like puppies and raided the trays of chocolate goodies and cakes and pastry. While grown-ups talked and talked and talked, they went on with their games and their play until at the end of the day when the dark came, their mothers and grandmothers gathered them all together out on the quiet street unusually crowded with parked cars, all those family cars parked nose to tail, and they were given balloons, one each to hold…

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