in the 80s country

where his young heart lives on

the smell of dinner

television strong

my mother in her criminal element

is kind to him alone

what not to love

never to be replaced

everything to remember 

in the cold light of day

even the yellow light he switches now in the hall

is sickly compared to what he can recall

an impossible colour

storybook true

unsinkable and true

not seen by me and you

he knows it was

her true yellow