Molly's First Drink
Molly brings the gin
to her lips
and allows the glass
to linger there
oh that smell
that takes me back
she says
although none other
could hear
too busy
with the raptures
of someone else’s
cheerful celebration
but nonetheless
she sips her drink
permitting the liquid
to swallow down
and it takes me back
she repeats
to that first drink
that Christmas
when Granddaddy
left the gin
in the parlour
the lid open
and me just
a young slip
of a girl
before the double figures came
and pouring a glass
and listening out
for the voices
of others
sipped quick
and hearing
a booming laugh
from the other room
probably Uncle Flint
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poem by Terry Collett
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