The little girl who learned to read
By shoe
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The mother married a travelling man,
the fourth child, a minor happenstance,
crept into the collective bed,
and lived on oxo, tea and bread.
School was a magical day at the fair,
clean white paper, coloured crayons,
phonetics and the alphabet,
took her to a different world,
She found no friends in this alien place,
merely lost herself in every page.
Too young for dole, below the law,
she worked the fields to earn her worth,
spent her pennies at jumble sales,
on pony books and fairy tales.
Another site, Another dump,
cock fights and surrendered cars,
detritus of another life,
in the glovebox, an identity, a real address,
she keeps the keys for lucky charms.
Another lay-by, Another field,
suspicious looks and stolen wood,
to black the pot and roast the spuds,
the chavvies bury in the ash,
like sacrificial heads on sticks,
they come out charred and blackened.
Tangle haired and grimy necked,
her filthy hands take hold,
of my dog-eared book of other worlds,
manna, to her hungry soul.
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Such a poignant story you
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Nice juxtaposition of gypsy
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Almost like an insight. Very
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"spent her pennies at jumble
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new Shoe well done! on the
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Well done on getting poem of
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Brilliant and well deserving
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Well, you certainly came in
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