when god cooked a stew
in such days
a cup of sugar
might, be exchanged
for some salt
or perhaps given freely
depending on want
and a neighbour
would come
as the doctor would call
lead the young uns away
check the wellness
of all
and the meter
when cut off
as oft was the case
brought forth large pots of stew
in whose ever the place
and a close was just that
...close...
and teeming with life
fueled by happiness
angst joy and strife
when each parent
seemed owned
by each one girl and boy
ah now,... when was all that?
maybe...centuries ago...
and if eyes
colour childhood
through rose coloured specs
forgive me, it seems, oh yes,
wait just a sec...
it seems,
that was
the one place
I truly did meet
God, in the days
when God lived
on the street
M P 13/5/23
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If I look back for such a moment, probably 58 bleeding years ago before a short move North when all still was a happy family, so yeah, sometimes me too, I must've met God taking a walk. Maybe we meet in the park forra wee stroll🤔😇
You know John, this is written about the time after my parents divorced and we were poor for a while, my mother left single and with 5 kids, but in our close there were others like us and also not like us, but regardless, it was a community that helped and healed each other. I made life long friends in that close( my mam and stepdad still live there)...and the electric really was cut off a few times but again, not just for us
there was no shame just help while they awaited their turn. It was home in the truest sense of the word. Thanks so much...hugs x
That I recognize somewhat from the period after the divorce of my parents. My mum helped everybody who needed help (basically my stepbrothers and sisters and fellow artists, alas she quite forgot her two own sons 🤔. My dad felt helpless and focused on the second lair, so the place was quite unlike your close. Am happy to hear it could be different and happy I learned a lot in the meanwhile - strangeky enough, I wrote something yestereve with kind of a similar subject, might be on Cosmo tomorrow, need to work on one or two lines still. 🤣 Keep safe and 📝
Thanks John, sorry for late reply x
How time bloody flies and society too eh' ..
Oh' how I hanker after those halcyon days of yesteryear when steam was king and folk who had little, looked after each other and gave a lot when needed .. x
Thanks Nev, sorry for late reply x
No worries .. honest :) x
No sweat, everbody is 'literally swept of her feet' (James Joyce/short story) once in a while... Keep safe and breathing 💆♀️