high winds
ripping away Fascist flags
humanitarians
© Rachel Green October 2025
Armstrong Road, 1970
Woodbine cigarettes on the fireplace
lit by coloured tapers from the flames
which, in my memory, still embrace
the man of whom my mother, father names.
Nana, in her dress and apron sits
upon a cushioned wooden chair with glass
of Mann's Brown Ale held in one hand and fits
a die into the factory press and starts
to stamp another tiny piece of steel
that fits inside a layered cardboard box
that with a thousand more will deal
a supplement to meagre pension stocks.
And my mother in sheltered corner reads
a book while waiting to supply their every need.
© Rachel Green October 2025
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