A small child
stands barefoot
under the Hills hoist.
She holds the pegs
carefully,
handing them
to her mother
one at a time.
‘Thank you sweetheart.
You’ve been a great help.’

Forty years later
an old man
stands in his slippers
under the same Hills hoist.
He too holds the pegs
carefully,
handing them
to his daughter
one at a time.
‘Thank you sweetheart.
You’ve been a great help.’

Alison Cassidy

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