BOY.

(for Ceri)

 

Once at a party

this boy comes up

wants a sandwich.

 

I stop talking

and look at him

and think

 

Why are you asking

Me?

 

I look at him

for a moment

like a stranger

 

and he looks

at me

like a complete

and utter

Nutcase.

 

But then I get it!

 

I recognise

The jam

Round the lips!

 

That's my little boy

That is!

 

Gone and got

Big!

 

 

 

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