Sunday, April 6, 2008

Dad Taught Me To Draw A Sailing Ship



Mother used to play the piano
for hours on end, accompanying
all and sundry in singing, she
used to listen patiently while I
told her in detail of all the stories
I read - Dad taught me to draw a
sailing ship with a high sail in the
wind, and I taught him to draw
a little bird

My eldest brother taught me
the grammar rules; I read
his essays in wonderment
while my other brother built
pyramids according to Lyall
Watson’s descriptions, brewing
“mampoer”* which you could
drink, although it burnt, in his
own distillery

And my grandma took care
of us all…

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