Tony is sitting on the train with a blackcurrant cider

His palms are soft and from the past.
His daughter works in childcare.
She is only 19 and is a senior member.
She doesn’t have a partner
and definitely doesn’t want children.
She used to sit on Tony’s lap
and play with his grey stubble
and nibble on the end of his chippy tea chips.
She’s just like her mother.
It’s lovely how much she listens
and puts her arms around shoulders.
She smells like peaches.
Her cheek bones will never stop.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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