(c) Steven Pottle 2007

Thursday, 25 September 2008


I loved you in an instant
Fingerprinted on your image
You slid into my life with your sudden appearance
Waved you into the wind

So that you could stay with me forever
Or so I thought…

You were there in the draw when I discovered my Mother’s secret lovers
It was my own fault as I really shouldn’t have been snooping around
How could I face her at dinner once I seen what goes on down there
I shouldn’t have worried as she still loved me undeniably
And she refuses to let the past interrupt what we have these days

You were right by my side that night when drink opened my eyes
My school mates messing around with under age drinking
We must of wasted a whole film on acting like idiots
Despite the fact that I shall hold those images precious today
Especially as those friends have now all moved away

Then there was that special second with my second birthday present
We took a photograph of them quick before they spazzed out and ran off to be mental in their kennel
Once they slept beside me under childhood blankets
And then on teenage never-made beds
But then they suddenly had to leave…
I still hold dear that white framed square

You were also there to witness all of my sisters terrible dresses
They were shades of Orange, flared, nasty and itchy
We still look at them and take the piss regularly
It’s with these pictures that I remind them of their long gone innocence
Bless their little souls that they have had to grow old
Everyone moves and changes, but having said that- they still have that same taste in clothes

The teddies cuddled
Toy hoovers pushed
And a hand made 1977 union jack hat
These have all disappeared
But they live on in you…

Today I now have a whole box of old and another of new-
That’s when I heard about the news of what they are doing with you
You won’t be coming back after this batch have been used
You won’t be growing up with me anymore

So I have to be careful of when we go out and about
That I don’t waste you, but that you get used
As everyone still loves you
And will always remember because of you
You were probably their first photograph
So we have to say goodbye to all that instant slide, wave and hide
But you will always be warm under my arm
Placed directly somewhere near to my heart…

We’ve all enjoyed the ride
Goodbye Polaroid.

© 2008 Steven Pottle

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"The Beginning...Or The End?"

"The Beginning...Or The End?"
(c) Steven Pottle 2007