The
School Yard
There
can only be so many schools
I
thought angrily as I dialled
Scanning
pages - rapid dialling numbers
The bike sat outside the staff room
The staff were called - in case
"I want to see her face when she recognizes him"
The head teacher said as she took up position
Sat
in the furthest corner in isolation
The
sound of children at play came through
Heavy
footsteps came down the hall
And
a voice I remembered well
Burst in the room
---- DAD -----
Confusion on her face with the teachers she knew
Looking on - and a shy - run to my side
Seeking sanctuary between open legs
Hand
reached out to stroke a chin
Head
tilted back in trust
"Where's
your Mom honey?"
"At
home Dad."
(C) Copyright 1999
EWAN ELLIOTT
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