Last Week

Last Week

I want to wake up in last week.
Trees grew,
Cars purred,
Cats fought
And I looked forward
to my week off.

I want to wake up in last week.
Cutting up flash cards with Mum,
Ringing Dad to say:
‘We don’t need the guillotine‘
And him saying ‘Are you sure? I can
bring it anyway?‘

I want to wake up in last week.

I nearly said no when he
said ‘will we go for a walk?‘
I had things to do,
My daughter to collect from school,
And time was ticking by.

But time is always ticking by,
And it was a lovely fresh day
So away we went,
down the bypass, up the town,
home to Mum,
sitting in her chair,
finishing her book.

I want to wake up in last week,
before
the guillotine descended
before
his story ended
before
darkness fell.