04-15-2013, 04:50 PM
Sorry a first draft of ideas only to offer.
The school trip.
The fog of childhood fears lifted
as I hefted my suitcase and in-grafted
my burdens into the bus trunk.
Two delicious weeks of freedom
Rachel , normally to be avoided,
smiled with me. Everyone else cried.
The trip from the Midlands to St Moritz,
took 18hrs and 22 minutes
off our faces and re-mothered us.
Out of the window the foreign
views acted as make up removal,
the mountain mists - a nebuliser.
We both did our own thing.
Frightened of heights, rubbish at skiing.
I got altitude sickness.
All too soon I sat, opposite
Rachel again, our tears an apposite
tribute to the passing beauty.
All around us a happy hum
of gift and bruise sharing.
Not caring, we cried our hearts out.
The bus turned the escapees in.
Rachel’s step dad waiting.
A lift for me with a neighbour.
Concerned looks for Rachel
Nobody knew I lived alone;
both my parents had left home.
The school trip.
The fog of childhood fears lifted
as I hefted my suitcase and in-grafted
my burdens into the bus trunk.
Two delicious weeks of freedom
Rachel , normally to be avoided,
smiled with me. Everyone else cried.
The trip from the Midlands to St Moritz,
took 18hrs and 22 minutes
off our faces and re-mothered us.
Out of the window the foreign
views acted as make up removal,
the mountain mists - a nebuliser.
We both did our own thing.
Frightened of heights, rubbish at skiing.
I got altitude sickness.
All too soon I sat, opposite
Rachel again, our tears an apposite
tribute to the passing beauty.
All around us a happy hum
of gift and bruise sharing.
Not caring, we cried our hearts out.
The bus turned the escapees in.
Rachel’s step dad waiting.
A lift for me with a neighbour.
Concerned looks for Rachel
Nobody knew I lived alone;
both my parents had left home.