Next Saturday

Frankie and Dad
are leaning on the railings facing the river,
the sun’s going down over Dunston Staithes.
Frankie’s staring hard at the water
not looking up, waiting for Dad
to say something,
but Dad says nowt.

A young couple walk past smiling
at their toddler chasing seagulls.
Then Dad says:
Yer’ll never have a bairn.

Who says? Frankie laughs.

They get up and as they walk
slowly towards the West End
Dad punches Frankie’s arm.

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