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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Californian Poppy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My mother wore Woolworth's perfume<br> Californian Poppy sweet and heavy<br> Soir de Paris heady in the afternoons<br> <br> Her evening spent with my baby brother<br> in the nursing chair<br> its low legs concealing the runt puppy<br> our fingers itched for</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ce soir mon frere ne mange pas<br> Born after a fall on the beach<br> after the Irish Ginger Women put her fist<br> right through our front door glass<br> he wasn't sure about life</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Delivered into my drawer in summer<br> he had a winter skin For years<br> when the week-long vest was changed<br> he wore his clean one on top</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When mother hauled him up<br> for inspection she also found<br> two jumpers two shirts two pairs of socks</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> He cried a lot more than the runtish puppy<br> Wouldn't eat Couldn't sleep<br> If chips and Heinz Baked Beans<br> and sweets had not existed<br> he'd have died</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> My mother did not lead a Californian Life<br> Her flowers were the weeds that grew<br> a tree lupin split by Mrs Riley<br> and one glorious summer the blue and pink<br> of cornflowers from the packet I bought<br> for her birthday Something right</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> She didn't know about Paris<br> Her evenings were spent sitting at home<br> three of us asleep upstairs</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> My brother in her lap she gazed<br> at smoky flickers of dying firelight<br> as the slack in sugar bags collapsed<br> Wondered if my father would come home</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> 12Aug1996 CPR</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charlotte+Peters+Rock">Charlotte Peters Rock</a></strong></div>

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