The African Queen ~ for Mum

The African Queen ~ for Mum

In recalling your love for technicolor
love, I believe you be a Rose
a scented heart
a thorn in hand
just enough sharp
just enough sweet

that wretched machine
threatened to ruin the VHS
(the older version of your love)
‘just blow gently on the ribbon,
it’ll work again, you’ll see’
and just like that
the next scene

your life was like Charlie
stubborn to the world
hard, back then
like whiskey
but you managed
your petals bending

no capsized boat
down the river

you stole my heart

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