Thoughts On A Blue Rectangle by Bob Sheed
Arts Richmond
Online - 21 June 2020
THOUGHTS ON A BLUE RECTANGLE
He taught me how to swim, me dad,
his hand beneath me chin, ‘there lad!’
he said, ‘no need to fret,
t’water’s warm and not too wet’.
So off I splashed in hope and fear,
knowing that me dad was near
did nought to calm me thrashing legs
that open’d and shut like clothing pegs
and when I saw him on the side
‘you’ve left me on me own!’ I cried.
‘Keep going, son!’ he shouted then,
‘you’re doing fine’ and sometimes when
I think about that glorious day
my dearest memory is the way
his hand was surer than a crutch –
the only time I felt his touch
*(Yorkshire accent)
by BOB SHEED
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