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Five Pennies

Mother finds penny's
Down the back of the couch
Her face is unlined
She smiles at us all as we help
her to search
Five more small pennies to fill up
her purse
She is a queen I think
A magical queen
She will take all these pennies 
And magic us beans
For tea

Father sells houses
He has a girlfriend... the moll
Nan says her name is
A banned word to all
She hopes that their new car
Blows up in their face
Nans face is lined
She's our comforting space

me... I have no thoughts
I am just 8 years old
I am learning that love 
Lives in penny's not gold

M ~
 

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SkyCloud

Very relatable, it wasn’t until middle school I could notice a difference. We got new shoes every year with moms tax returns( single mum 4 kids) … I really enjoyed how this was wrote from youthful eyes, but the message was clear. Heartfelt write. 

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Being Me

Oh this is a gem of a poem (although you write lots of them). It's truly "real," and it yells "girl power" loudly. Your mam and nan had great strength  it seems xx

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John Smith

The back of the couch is always the place to look for misplaced wallets and car keys. Sherlock Holmes would tell you the same thing. A Lovely Write of Memories.

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

This stun me with an innocent laughter,
oh I wish thoughts of this age would have been fulfilled, 
of this age,
boommm
a great one, 
Marion

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Shirley Harrison

Some seriously brilliant imagery here, emotions and a great sense of sadness losing your dad for another woman and yet your mum the queen spending her pennies on you for beans this is so true of the British way of life and normal to say the least in the 70's a brilliant price of powerful reflection. 🌹 

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