A Giddy Girl
I blew like a wind from Paris to London,there had been a heat wave in Paris,
a cold wind blew in london
and I, as per, was inadequately dressed.
The train to Victoria took hours
some fault on the line and I
ordered a sandwich from the lady with a cart
which inconsiderately I posted
in the seat pocket to the left.
The tube was crowded, I'd hit rush hour of course
reached Waterloo by the skin of my teeth
just as the train whistled in, and there you were,
looking for a madcap cousin
and I was high on life and the duty free
A whirlwind in a taxi to Paddington,
I kissed the man on the gate who let us in
fanning our tickets like a prize
and you loved it, I knew that
A journey I will always remember
and an ache in my heart at the me and the you,
the lady who watched us, then stabbed us
with patronising words, until stilted
we ceased to talk and lapsed silently
Paul in my heart, my cousin, a Beatles fan
nearly blind and spastic
I gave you the first dance at my wedding
and admire you, for you,
I hope one of these days we will catch up,
time is running short
but that day, you were 10 feet tall
and I was just a giddy girl.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-01-15 at 20:58
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