CHIPS OFF THE OLD BLOKE <br /> <br />This face(our face) is <br />passed amongst us three...brothers. <br />Each of us wearing <br />it as our own. Only Dad <br />owning the original. <br /> <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br /> <br />FIRST LOVE <br /> <br />My name scrawled in chalk <br />coloured with the confines <br />of a big red heart. <br />Your name now...entwined with mine. <br />Sunlight glints off our glasses. <br /> <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br />AND THE FIRST SHALL BE LAST <br /> <br />Winning...the sack race! <br />Me out on my own...winning <br />by a smile...easy! <br />Take pity on poor struggling <br />No.2...ahhh...let him win! <br /> <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br /> L’ÉTRANGER <br /> <br />Here, everything is <br />foreign...strange...unknown to him <br />lost now as he...is <br />in the streets of his childhood. <br />Everything...as it was...no more. <br />Written all over my face. <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br />DÓNALL’S TRAVELS <br /> <br />Here, his big bedroom <br />shrunk to tiny box room. <br />His lake...a mere pond. <br />He now a giant among things <br />in the lost land of his childhood.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-tankas/
