Milk
By mcmanaman
Fri, 25 Oct 2019
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She says she’s lactose intolerant
but I think she just misses her dad,
a milkman, who sat down on his armchair
two Boxing Days ago and never work up.
He’d been saying he needed a rest.
There are objects that devastate us.
An empty milk bottle on a doorstep
as sad as a gravestone. Her mother
was a meteorologist and it was years
until she could look up at the stars.
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I am really enjoying these
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I am really enjoying these supermarket poems - what a brilliant idea! ( I might borrow it for an Inspiration Point if you don't mind)
'never work up' typo?
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