Boots, Not Shoes

November 30, 2015

viewfromthewindow

The day she died, it was pouring with rain.
People were rushing to work
with newspapers over their heads.
Drains and gutters were flooding.

I wasn’t dressed when the phone-call came.
The Bakelite handle almost fell from my grasp
when my father’s quavering voice
came on the line.

“Boots not shoes!”
was all he could say for a moment.
“There’s so much mud
where she’s lying!”

Jennifer Copley

(Jennifer Copley lives in Cumbria. In 2001 she completed an MA in Creative Writing at Lancaster University. Her poems have been widely published.)