She had been one of my mothers best friends.
Her daughter was in my class at school
and one of my best friends.
But I was rarely allowed to call on her
to play outside.
She lived in a street opposite “the cliffs,”
which, when I’ve been there since,
weren’t cliffs at all,
just a steep area
and small tees
with an overgrown field above.
It was great fun scrambling around there.
“Dangerous,” my mother said,
“and those children
to run wild!”
But it was great fun while it lasted!
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Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice, events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award.