New Poem

GOING TO THE FOOTY

Natalie and I used to wear
our Demons beanies
and go to the footy
with Dad

now it’s just me
Dad gives me his scarf
and off we go
even though the forecast
is for sleet

‘we’re tough,’ says Dad
my bum aches
my feet go numb
Dad buys me a hot pie
that burns my tongue
a man shouts
in my ear
for two hours
but our team wins
and Dad and I
are happy.