We walked my sisters to nursery school with baby in the pram .
My Mothers voice calmly said ,
“We’re late “ - then she took me by the hand .
The chill of an Autumn wind revived our pale cheeks along the way ,
Oh but I can still hear my Mother say ,
” It’s a beautiful day .
Hello Mrs Mc Afee and how are you today .?”
No answer .
The drunk at the corner would say ,
“Have you got a few coins to spare ?”
No answer .
We’d meet Mrs Agnew who wanted to talk all day .
“I’m sorry Mrs Agnew I’m running late my Mother would say .
No answer .
Then across the road we would walk and through the little streets to where ,.
My sisters would be left and I would return home with my Mother .