Hard Times

(i)

Each year, in early December

Grandma would oblige

by falling over

and dislocating something

In hospital, on Christmas Day

all the family would visit

Sit round the bed

and gobble up her dinner.

(ii)

To eke out extra money

during the summer holidays

my schoolfriends and I

would go nit-picking

Conditions were terrible

and the pay was poor

But there were perks:

We were allowed to keep the eggs.

(iii)

If we could have afforded a bath

We would have had the best. A fine one.

Iron. Broad as a bed, deep as the ocean.

Standing in wingèd feet, proud as a lion.

And oh, what coal we would have stored in it.

Nuggets, big as babies’ heads, still blinking

In the daylight. Black as wedding-boots,

So polished you could see your face in them.

And oh, what stories we might have told,

Seated round the hearth on winter nights

The fire crackling, the flames leaping,

Amber liquor sparkling in crystal glasses.

Unfortunately, we were too poor to know stories.