Home
ABOUT US
Recent Posts
- Touching Tunes
- The Magic Of Song & Dance
- Our Boris
- 91 Notts County FC Anagrams – present & past players – compiled by Harriet Blackbury
- Remembering Bobby Rydell
- 70 Cambridge United FC Anagrams – the answers – compiled by Harriet Blackbury
- Hello – Welcome
- 70 Cambridge United FC Anagrams – present & past players – compiled by Harriet Blackbury
- For God’s Sake Stay
- 135 Ipswich Town FC Anagrams – the answers – compiled by Harriet Blackbury
Recent Comments
- Back And Forth on
- Back And Forth on
- Pitch Perfect on
- Pitch Perfect on
- For The Love Of Music on
Categories
- Animals (72)
- Family Life (284)
- Friendship and Trust (124)
- General information (3)
- Hope and Encouragement (169)
- Irony / Inevitability (140)
- Justice / Revenge (30)
- Laughter & Tears (32)
- Life/Living (195)
- Music (320)
- Nature (2)
- Nonsensical Madness (185)
- Obituary / Memorial (55)
- Radio (133)
- Reviews (7)
- Romance (220)
- Sport (144)
- Sunday Poems (15)
POEM ARCHIVE
ONLINE SERVICES
BOOKS
Contact Us
Useful Links
June 5, 2014
and Nancy told her
when she was nine,
as they played skipping rope
with the washing line,
and she ran indoors
calling Nancy a liar,
but it was no lie,
it did transpire.
Her mother’s face
now white with shock,
beckoned her to sit
by the ticking clock.
That child is
never his, she said;
and she should know,
for she was led
along the same
path of disgrace;
a tormented future
so to face.
But that child, not his,
did still remain
within their loving
family frame.
Unlike the one
without a name
who was never destined
to stake that claim.
And her loyalty switched
with the changing tide,
as she jumped ship
to the other side.
And poor young Nancy
was never forgiven,
for blurting out the truth
that should have stayed hidden.
No Comments »
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URL
Leave a comment
You must be logged in to post a comment.