Paddington Ear

alone
i made
a call
home
far away
from platform
one

& found
upon
my phone
a family
(half
asleep)
in bed

one half
my wife
one half
my son
& spoke
to both

a wife
i once
(or twice)
had listened
to
(or more)

a son
i heard
now speak
who wouldn’t
speak before

today it was
the first time
that my son
would speak

today
the first time
i would hear
him speak

today
i heard
my son
speak

today
i heard
my son.

13.iii.08 London Paddington

poem by Andrew Fincham
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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