Apple in thi eye

   

Apple in thi eye

Quart to 4 and a fight at the old school gates

All eyes on you and your nemesis strange,

How he was always twice your size, ring of screaming kids

Shouting easy, easy, easy.

All fetch ar kid

Al fetch mi fatha, tha know’s he’s cock of the estate

Al fetch ma fatha he,s cock of the world.

Walking home after 10 minutes of fame

Black eye and bleeding nose.

Your attention turned to the cold in your feet

The hole in your shoe lets the snow seep in.

Your mam screams at you when she sees thi coyte torn.

You can’t understand why she starts to cry.

Until your older, street wiser and realise the months it took

Thi old mam to save for thi ripped coyte.

Those days when she skipped meals to put a shirt on you

The clock comes full circle as you play skip a meal.

So your babes don’t go without

In an Austerity dreamland.

That can never overcome

The love of a parent.

For that apple in thi eye

Martin Hickman©October 2014