Poem – M&S Coat
Your all I owned
Vibrant and red,
With tiny white flowers
And tears left unsaid.
Drowning my frame,
Down to my knees,
Your the only part of mother,
I had left to claim.
What was left of her anyway’- shes clinically insane…
Huddled inside you were like my tent
Security, fear
everything else I wear tomorrow
Will be lent.
Next meal,
Future bed,
surroundings so unclear.
Coats are designed to keep you warm,
Yet all this 10 year old feels,
Is cold and torn.
Stepping into this new school,
Head hung in shame,
I can tell by all the faces,
I look like an M&S Fashion fool.
If only you all new,
That 48 hours ago,
I was sat at home with my mum,
Just like you!
Now I have no insite into when I’ll next see her,
So I’ll keep my new red tent,
on for a little longer.
For whilst it’s on my skinny back,
I feel a little bit stronger!
Written 1/08/19 by Francesca Shaw- 20 years later. I still wear coats a lot now and often keep them on inside the house for ages before taking them off!
Leave a comment