Four Gifts

My son and his girl sit
in deckchairs three metres apart.
It is his seventeenth Birthday


She left four gifts 


A cool white t-shirt
A blue mug for his tea
A silver Chinese dragon ring.


Tonight he sleeps 
in her Disneyland pyjamas.

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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