The divorce

Where time slows to small car crawls 
In the morning traffic you cried at the lights

To a song sang now by a person long

   forgotten to me.

Older now I imagined you home circling 

As sharks yourself into a state you went

North to escape from.

Fitzalan where we would bury the dog along

The side of the home a distant memory 

Recognised by me only in dreams now.

My eyes shut I can see perfectly how

The stage was set for me early on.

I can see it plain on your face that there wasn't 

Even room for a sister in those years to come 

So her children grew without an uncle.

I was talking about you Mum, and the divorce

All those years ago.

Talk about being young, though not so small 

That I can't remember.