A Sonnet of Sonnets, by John Lewis Smith
Sonnet #02: Postwar Childhood
I’m bored in pushchair; mummy talks with friends
Maybe there’ll be a trip to primrose wood?
Or dragon flies by graveyard pond again
(The only thing about the dead that’s good).
Metallic swimmers populate my dreams
I play with wooden blocks and Dinky toys
The afternoon will never end it seems.
Sometimes I join in games with other boys
In summer there’s the beach at Felixstowe
With sandwiches and towels we board the train
There’s little sand; it’s shingle under toe
A nice day out, providing there’s no rain.
A solitary house where money’s tight
But happiness pervades, despite the fight.
15th March 2007