The Coke Ration

The Coke Ration by Bob Moore ©2018 I remember long ago the freezing winds and the cold grey snow 5 am at the council gate to pick up the coke one hundredweight The old pram we used to drag it home the wheels all buckled and starting to groan was something we just had to do to keep the house warm, all winter through I was only, about nine or ten dad away in Korea, he’d said to me then you’re the man of the house, so help your mam and look after your sisters the best that you can. Then he was home the fighting was done back to being a kid, and just having fun when I look back it wasn’t so hard but I remember the cold and the old council yard.