Open Poetry #49 |
Losing Kenny |
Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Kenny Brown was never my mate, but we played darts the Sunday before he left. I remember his jokes; he was two years older than me. Double top! He won a pint. His mother was always immaculate; high heels and perfect stockings. The lorry killed her just as it killed Kenny. After Rowstock Corner she never shed her dressing gown. His stepfather said: 'I'll never get her back from this,' and he was right. Twenty one years of age? His mother never came back. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sad, sad almost to the breaking point . . . Just like his mother . . . ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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