Coffee Mug
18 years old.
Two smashed plates.
One cake smeared
on the carpet.
A cheeky sultana
rolled under the table
away from the reach of
Dyson nozzle
or attachment.
And your coffee mug
black, with Red Dragon
prancing majestically
'cara'r Cymraeg'.
Broken.
'Cara'r' in four pieces
on the floor.
There'll be none of that
in this house
thank you very much.
And the photograph.
The one that made you angry.
Me and you
my hand making bunny
ears behind your head.
It was disrespectful,
you said.
You were right.
By Beckie
© 2008 Beckie
(All rights reserved)
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