Nelly Dean <br />I look for you in the bottom of <br />cereal boxes... <br /> <br /> <br />...you're not there. <br /> <br /> <br />coffee houses, masoleums, postershops <br />are all notable for your absence. <br /> <br /> <br />I scrawled out a line but <br />it was 'emphatically incorrect' <br />as the newspaper guy had it. <br /> <br /> <br />apparently, <br /> <br /> <br />I'm not backwards in coming forwards. <br /> <br /> <br />(whatever) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Often, <br />I call out to you <br />in traffic queues. <br /> <br />but I receive only indifference... abuse. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My mother used to say I'd be the death of her. but really, <br /> <br /> <br />it wasn't planned.<br /><br />Stephen Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nelly-dean-is-alive-and-well-and-living-within-t/
