ANNE AND THE TASK.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN A CHILDREN'S NURSING HOME IN THE 1950S
I stood in line to be weighed in the bathroom of the nursing home
Anne crutched herself behind me you haven't got a chance in hell
of winning that chocolate bar Kid she said I've seen more meat
on a butcher's pencil stuck behind his ear might win I said
might fly she said the kid in front of me got on
the green metal scales and the nun moved the weight along the top
not you Malcolm she said the kid got off sulkily I got on the scales
and the nun moved the weight I looked at her black and white
headdress her pinched features not you Benny she said
I got off and walked away Anne awkwardly got on the scales
holding herself on her one leg the stump of the other
hanging there best so far Anne the nun said told you Kid
you didn't have a chance guess not I said
as she crutched herself along side of me not to worry if I get the choco bar
I’ll give you a quarter for being a good friend no other
in this f**k hole gets a look in we went along to our rooms
come in Kid she said I hesitated come in
I want to ask you something I stood swaying uncertain
what if one of the nuns comes along? what if I don't give you
quarter of the choc bar? she said I followed her in to the girls dorm
no one else was there just she and me she closed the door
with her backside right Kid I want you to do me
a favour favour? I said sensing uncertainty
hit my gut yes I want you to sneak along to the kitchen tonight
and liberate some biscuits liberate? I said
biscuits? yes you know what biscuits are don't you
those hard things with cream in the middle or chocolate on one side
I know what biscuits are I said but what do you mean liberate?
take some from the big tin they have on the shelf
in larder take? I said you mean steal?
steal take liberate whatever word
you want to use Kid what if I get caught? don't get caught
but what if I do? Anne sighed sat on the edge of her bed
I thought you were someone I could rely on Kid not some cowardly custard
yellow belly I looked at her leg stump sticking out
the other leg reached to the floor if you're really good I’ll let you touch
my stump she said no need I said
I'll try tonight sneak down after lights out good Kid
she said she took my right hand and lay it on the stump
and held it there it felt warm and soft she let my hand go
good huh? wish the rest was there she said
off you go and don't get caught I nodded and backed out
of the room seeing her cover the stump with her dress
and smile see you I said you bet
she said I walked away thinking of the big steal
of biscuits unthought through by my 10 year old brain as yet. © 2014 Terry Collett |
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Added on May 9, 2014 Last Updated on May 9, 2014 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |


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