February 14th 2003
Im sat on the
stairs, sucking hard
on a cigarette.
I used to jump off these steps as a kid,
pretending to be a Paratrooper.
Now Im sat here, waiting for the postman,
wondering if Ill receive a card
from my boyfriend
or a letter from the air force
telling me to join the lads in the Gulf.
I remember the last Gulf War.
When my dad wasnt working nights
(and usually after Mum had helped me with my algebra)
wed snuggle up on the sofa
and watch the 9 oclock news.
The living room would smell of Dads oranges
(he loves fresh fruit),
Mum would be knitting my yellow cardigan
and Id be warming my hands
on a mug of hot blackcurrant.
Wed chat about Arsenal
while watching Kate Adie in her flak jacket,
the green glow of night vision
and patriots shooting scuds out of the sky.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Marvin Thompson would be pleased to hear from you.