My friend, the policeman’s daughter, was proud of her father. Polished his boots and her own each evening. We her friends were impressed by our sister in femininity. She got a good shine on those boots and managed to get out to play, most days. Thirty years later, when I saw Paula Rego’s picture, the willing service and the proud face of the policeman’s daughter as she prepared her father’s boots for their day’s work brought to my mind my young friend’s daily chore.
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Hmmm.... a psychological poem here, Jan. Different. And I like that difference. Will now read more.......... Fran xxx