Philippa Collingwood
A Job for Life
I turn my key, my thoughts to expect the unexpected:
three weeks’ frozen food on thaw; diary in the fridge.
We need a word for ‘fear of open windows’.
I steal her stains into my expanding bag,
replace tomorrow’s quietly in drawers.
Two cups of coffee. Oh you have been quick.
Oh you have been quick. I should try new replies.
Weather and whim permitting I erect the folding pushchair,
fingers crossed for good behaviour.
Exhorted to look at that great fat woman there
I use eye-language to try to convey the situation,
my apologies. My smile matches her teeth.
Most of my support comes from packs of tights.
Severe days I fear I’m losing my grip on the hand-rail.
Did I hear that dementia’s not catching?
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