It Was Only An Old Pram
It was only a silver cross pram
And it had to go
Gathering dust in the loft from the 60’s
And the loft was being converted
So the navy blue and silver pram had to go
First stop was the garage
Its chrome gleaming still
Its carriage carefully polythened up
Its wheels as perfect as ever
Its springs nodding as if to say
‘We’re as good as new, you know!
I know, they don’t make prams like this anymore
But we have nowhere to put this beautiful, elegant,
Stately, safe for babies, easy to push……pram
And nobody will want it in this designer, fashion freak age
Of throwaway..throwaway…..sad
I have to say. It is sad to throw away this pram
Its carriage so full of memories
Tiny hands grasping at air
Tucked in and warm with mittens and bonnets
Tins and bottles rattling below on the shopping shelf.
So it had to go.
I took it to the tip this morning
Light rain falling
Like putting an old dog down
It had to be done
Instead of slinging it in the container
I said to the attendant
‘A lovely old fashioned pram here’
I left it out on the side
And slowly drove away. NM 1995