Abi

An unruly little family, father's left on trains, others for the sea, was is it wish or dare, that life should remain, alive for us to share, mayve those lines too neat, does time get in the way, songs of an empty street, beyond the frosted glare, happy eyes in winter hail, snow dancing off our hair, wrapped up in Teralyne, our Ma never changes, laugh she used to say, a bed or bunk frezes, when no love's in play, whistle up childhood dreams, we miss them just the same.