living landscapes
of
the mind
live on
in
places
most unkind
in dingy flats
and
dismal pubs
on
floors of stations
moving on
in doorways
dirty
doggy
gross
the noble people
of my birth
lived out
their lives
their labour done
in
Liverpool
London
Boston
Cleveland
never knowing
never holding
never kissing
their daughters
or
their
son
Peter, this series of poems is developing very nicely. Thank you for letting us in on your memories. I imagine it was somewhat like this for my ancestors, only they came from Italy.
~Chelle~
