Thunder And Lightning

As a child I loved them,

the light and darkness

at any time of day

or night,

the sky purple with anger,

the lightening flashing

and Roger’s mum 

running up the street

in terror of a thunderstorm,

and seeking to get behind 

the closed doors 

of our house

where she felt safe

with my mom and me

together.

There we would spend the hours

playing Ludo or Monopoly,

Rummy or Newmarket,

the four of us 

together

in our sanctuary. 

Roger loved them too.

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