The Strangest Book
overbearing memories
of a time
i would like to forget
rain drenched days
that made me fret
being here, there and everywhere
everyone watching you grow up
mum combing your hair
lost in a supermarket jungle
mother in a queue
a voice on the tannoy
childhood coming back to view
gathering dust
like an old book
left on an even older bookshelf
occasionally bought down
just for a look
i can recall my childhood
and it is the strangest book
James Garratt – July 1995
The Strangest Book
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 