mum promised
we’d go and play bat and ball at the park
we were all set two bats and a ball in a bag
and a bottle of made up orange then jill and her mum came
and i cried still wanted to go to the park still wanted to play
bat and ball with mum
we all went four of us it felt okay sort of
mum sat
batted words back and forth with jill’s mum
i played with jill drank squash it felt okay sort of
i don’t remember playing bat and ball
with mum ever
From Irene's Daughter, Poetry Space Ltd. 2010
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