Do You Remember? Poem by kipper Stagg

Do You Remember?



Do you remember how hard it was?

No money on the table and no Mother's love, and when the beatings started and our father was so cold hearted. Where was the love then? A five minute wonder and temper like thunder.


Do you remember how hard it was?

Burning old newspapers in the grate, and nothing to eat on our dinner plate.

Worn out clothes and holes in our shoes, reading newspapers with yesterdays news.

And then she would return home again just as beautiful as she was before, and then she'd disappear again as she quietly closed the street door.


Do you remember how hard it was?

A grandmother, quite unlike any other.

Fuelled with such Venom, whilst listening to the words of John Lennon, and dreaming the world could be such a better place. Whilst she would stand in the kitchen with such bitter hatred on her face.


Do you remember how hard it was?

Looking back into all that Black.

And at last when you think its all past it comes back to haunt you again, all the things you remember like an undying ember.

And you try to forget all of the regrets of a loveless life in a home with no wife fuelled with worry and strife.


I can remember how hard it was!

The beating, the Cheating and all the hard times.

The unconditional love, but not for all. Some deserved more than others, all those sisters and brothers. We should have been treated the same, and isn't it a shame that we didn't.

But where is the love now?