The Tobacco Packet
While waiting for the bus today
An old green and gold coloured
tobacco packet
Fluttering by me on the breeze
Like a shiny plastic-coated
leaf on the wind
It was the same brand my Dad
used to smoke
Dad used to sit in ‘his’ chair
in the living room
He would patiently roll his
own cigarettes, three at a time.
One for now, one for after his
spoon melting cuppa and one before bed.
We reckoned Dad rolled the
thinnest cigarettes in the world.
They looked like the little
thin pipe cleaners
We used to use in art class at
school when we were kids
When lit, they burned faster
than the ‘Hindenburg’!
He said it stopped him from
smoking too much.
We bought him a pipe before he
set fire to himself.
© Kate McClelland 2016
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