Sunday poem, by Lynn Jenner

Sunday poem, by Lynn Jenner

Our vacuum cleaner used to belong to a man whose namewas something like Reg. Ten years ago we happened tobe walking past this man’s room on the day that he wasleaving to go into a Rest Home and, eyes full of unshedtears and mouth pulled tight, he offered us his vacuumcleaner. We said yes and quickly put it in the car becauseit was a European make and much better than we couldafford. The vacuum cleaner still sucks well but it is heavyto carry aro…