Rolling marbles made of coloured glass
Skipping rope and learning ancient rhymes
Filling inkwells , polishing the brass With dip-in pens we wrote upon the lines Licking out the bowl where cakes were mixe
Running wild with brothers and their friends
Wonder at those fireworks Daddy fixed Catherine wheels rotating, transcendent.
Mother smiling in her flowery dress
Little rocking chairs where we placed dolls Daddy saying,Good night and God Bless Teddies with no fur left, ask our Paul
Little sisters, brothers’ cricket balls
Hot coal fires where kettles used to boil
Old gas cookers, scabbed knees from our falls
Fuses blowing, making light bulbs fail
In our bed , we whispered little tales
In the morning feeling warm and dazed
Love was in the air, the baby wailed Daddy singing Mother’s happy fac
I see the cobblestones all hot with sun
The Street Party , the Coronation
How my heart sings 