Notes About The Poem
This poem reflects my early teenage years, the corner Cafe was where friends met and talked about anything and everything. The owners were a migrant Family from Italy, they filled the roles of our 2nd Mothers and Fathers. I revisited the area on one of my many journeys back to the UK from Australia. The area had been removed for road widening, progress? maybe.
Cafe of Dreams
Memories, where and why?
Do we grab them as they pass us by?
Once again, words and scenes
Spark the trail of memories once seen.
Teenagers meet at their favourite café
The owners treat them as if Family.
They speak the Italian language
The welcome you do not understand,
Kisses on both cheeks, smile in return.
Our favourite booth is a place of stories,
Our daily trials or doom of schooling.
Favourite drinks, a cup of oxo,
Pepper added do not grimace.
Laughing at words so seemingly harmless
No one challenged as we tell our stories,
Bonded by some mysterious feelings.
Now in later life considered an adult,
Looking back, evenings with another Mother.
A neighbourhood of the working class,
Adults keeping us in sight in their safe World.
The street corner where this world once existed,
No café now, just houses and traffic.
This is the spot for sure,
I hear voices and see friendly faces,
Tears and smiles, hoping there is no one close by.
Daydream mode is now my close friend,
All stops, a signal, time to relax.
Walk away, spring in my step,
Tomorrow's forever will be kept.
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