Everyoen the same (poem for my Dad)

Everyone the same (poem for my Dad)

 You were oiling your sewing machine

I watched totally wrapped up
You let me clear away some of the fluff
And it looked brand new
You smiled at me
 
I had my usual green fizzy pop
At the café at the top of the street
I loved those meals out
And still do
 
Your factory has gone
And so has the café
And so has my sister
Who learnt how to sew
From you

 Me    I learnt how

To be awkward
To be independent
To treat everyone the same
With no airs and graces.