Looking through a tinted pane
I see a car passing by
Reminiscent of drunken East Indian Catholics
who sold their shares of the Queen of the suburbs’ sky…
“Change the channel Grams
You’ve watched this a million times”
“Go away from here, I don’t go outside like you do…
You kids get everything, yet you whine…”
I think it’s because she never had a T.V then…
What did they do then to pass time???
Thankfully they used it constructively,
Illegally selling homemade wine…
“That wine’s got you where you are now
We started from a tin shed you know
My wine money and your father’s hard work
Never forget that you fellow…”
I sipped on that spirit
the one she brewed years ago..
but not to get drunk, just to savour lush green history…
“Yes Grams I know…”
This poem has been dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs. Monica Hopkins
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– Kenneth Hopkins
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