The Tobacco Packet
Waiting for the bus today
An old green and gold coloured tobacco packet
Fluttering by me on the breeze
Like a shiny plastic-coated leaf on the wind
It was the same brand my Dad used to smoke
Dad used to sit in ‘his’ chair in the living room
He would patiently roll his own cigarettes, three at a time.
One for now, one for after his spoon melting cuppa and one before bed.
We reckoned Dad rolled the thinnest cigarettes in the world.
They looked like the little thin pipe cleaners
We used to use in art class at school when we were kids
When lit, they burned faster than the ‘Hindenburg’!
He said it stopped him from smoking too much.
We bought him a pipe before he set fire to himself.
© Kate McClelland 2016