by Andrew Diamond | Aug 26, 2012 | Poetry
My mother’s sister, Aunty Ann, Had no children of her own. I was my parents’ only child, No others in the family. Ann displayed no jealousy, But had a special bond with me And we were always comfortable In each others’ company. Their other sister, Aunty Eve, Again,...
by Andrew Diamond | Aug 3, 2012 | Poetry
On a Sunday, in the summer, My parents and I, with bucket and spade, Would go to the station at South Tottenham To get on the train for a day at the sea. It would take an hour; chuffety chuff. When we got to Westcliff we’d get off And walk down the hill onto the prom....
by Andrew Diamond | Jul 27, 2012 | Poetry
It’s sunny, it’s clammy, the heat is terrific. Everyone’s happy, unless sat in traffic. People meander when crossing the street, Taxis are threatening to drive on their feet. A man with two children’s attempting to cross, The drivers won’t let him, they don’t give a...
by Andrew Diamond | Jul 27, 2012 | Poetry
We mustn’t forget how we got To be who we are and where we are; Looking at the photographs Of family members from the past, Many of whom we don’t recognise, Elderly women and elderly guys, People from previous generations Who came here from other nations Each with...
by Andrew Diamond | Jul 27, 2012 | Poetry
I look in the mirror and see my dad; It happens more often as I get older, I look more like him above the shoulder. I look at my daughter and see my dad. Wherever I look I seem to be spooked; I find it daunting, he seems to be haunting. When I search for my mum my dad...
