tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post6338176906304048845..comments2024-01-17T06:34:48.599+00:00Comments on The Far Queue: Aunty Molly, please collect your children from the Customer Services counterGarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15637097897454660933noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-18329398479133395482013-10-18T16:39:30.726+01:002013-10-18T16:39:30.726+01:00The last two verses slay me, and the last seven wo...The last two verses slay me, and the last seven words are well known in my universe.<br /><br />This poem stabbed me in the heart and I'm glad of it.<br /><br />Lobe were here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-74440781392495181312013-09-30T07:11:08.786+01:002013-09-30T07:11:08.786+01:00I probably should explain the title...
My sister a...I probably should explain the title...<br />My sister and I got lost in the supermarket; we were about 5 and 6 at the time and when asked what our mother's name was could only come up with what our friends called her: Aunty Molly<br />Upon being requested to collect us, my mother appeared and to our consternation she was doubled over with laughter...<br />The poem itself stretches her laughter through the years.Garthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15637097897454660933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-73618233062691034552013-09-30T02:46:58.239+01:002013-09-30T02:46:58.239+01:00I'm lost with this one.
I've come back a ...I'm lost with this one.<br /><br />I've come back a few times, but I'm still not getting it. I didn't need to come to say that, except I thought somehow silence was more damning than a simple, Hmmm?<br /><br />LxxLetitia Coynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08441648447041629690noreply@blogger.com