Falling Backwards

Felixstowe, Suffolk

No.
Not in this car.
Not in an 1100cc Ford Escort.
It’s not a hill we’ll ever make
our way up
to the front.
Us kids in the back –
we’ll fall back down,
slip backwards –
disjointed.
Whilst our parents;
our mother, and
our father at the wheel
carry on up
to the top.
I close my eyes
and pray.
God, please,
take us to the top.

Don’t let me
and don’t let my brother
fall back down

to

the

bottom.

At forty-eight, I stand at the top.
And look out
to the sea.

I made it.

Big brother?

Copyright of text and photographs owned by Jay Cool, September 2018