'She Pops Home' by Cal Clothier

My daughter Eleanor would have been nine or ten when I found this poem - an early fancy for me of what the future might possibly hold and later its complete fulfilment. 

 From the photograph you would be able to work out that I typed this out on an old 'Olympic' office typewriter, salvaged from the community trust offices where I went to work in 1990. The model without a 'spellcheck'.

 She will be popping home at the end of July from Spain.












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