Cooper's


Lying in a slender
battered box,
my Grandad's
work worn brushes
could elicit tales
of years gone by
from mum
who, when a child
had watched
while he,
with artist's skill,
would
work to make the
window signs
for Cooper's Stores
in town.
I'd pass the
coffee scented
shop,
dark oak and
shining brass,
and would
remember him,
and how I'd held
his brushes,
and the
precious,
battered
box

By Kath Dodd