The Poetry Bus, October 4th

The prompt, this week from NanU was:-

Happiness

Yes, I remember Happiness -

the word, because one afternoon

when I was seventeen, my Mam said

“A girl can’t leave her Mam too soon.”

Not “said”, “hissed.” Ada jumped for joy

and ran to pack her little case,

met her beau from the motor trade.

He lived in Rhyl, a smashin’ place.

A week, a month, two months went by

I learned to cook and wash and dry

the dishes while he sold old cars

to any punter who passed by.

And for those months my young heart sang

till came the day he said in jest . .

“Why not go dancing on your own . .  “

Caddoc was there. You know the rest.