23 0f 30. 23, The Door Number of my Childhood Home.
Mum and Dad bought this house
shortly before I was born.
They paid three hundred pounds for it.
We had three bedrooms, mum and dad’s
Mine and one called a box room,
though, not big enough to put a bed in.
I loved my bedroom, it was my place.
It was where I had a green painted
wooden table that Father Christmas,
brought when I was five years old.
I imagined being a teacher,
or a Librarian
It was an odd house, the front
door was numbered twenty-four,
the back door, used most, was twenty-three?
Note: After mum died, the house had
to be sold to pay for her Care Home
fees, I sold the house undervalued
for a quick sale, at £20,000.
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