Blue Tits by Claire Gathercole

B irds were a source of joy to my Mother who always fed them
L ittle did she realise that children do not know their names..
U nless they were countrybred, which these ones were not, so
E xpecting them to understand she talked gaily of “My
T its” thinking these children would know she talked of birds.
I nstead they collapsed into the helpless giggles of pre-teens.
T o town children ‘tits’ were a risky word with ‘associations’
S o far apart the generations stray from one another’s minds.

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