yellow catkins
on the silver birch
morning sun
© Rachel Green April 2021
old wooden plaque
hanging in my childhood bedroom
was a mystery to me.
Given me by an aunt
and thus valued by my parents
I could never throw it away.
At five years old
I was ignorant of puns
and euphemisms;
what was amusing to adults
was lost to my inexperience.
The reason a dog
has so many friends
he wags his tail
instead of his tongue.
A dig at my Mum, in retrospect.
© Rachel Green April 2021
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