A poem of pleasant frustration. There is a nostalgia in the brutal honesty of the memories of working class life. The sepia‐toned recollections suggest confusion about a place in a society where death and illness are the only constant.
|Length:||Ten minute read (about 6 pages).|
|Info:||Suitable for all.|
|Published:||24th July 2011|
|Tags:||britain, family, life, nostalgia, touching, travel|