The Old Kitchen Sink
When we moved house, we took everything —
My mother’s old apron, my auntie’s fake mink,
Four cups and saucers, and one odd cuff link,
And several bottles of Indian ink.
We took the old washstand that was painted bright pink,
Our old garden hosepipe with many a kink,
And Granny’s old bathtub (the one made of zinc),
And three pairs of socks which had started to shrink.
We loaded the van and was just on the brink
Of leaving, when Grandad remarked with a wink,
“That’s the lot, now, I’m sure that we’ve got everyfink!”
Then chuckled, “except for the old kitchen sink!”
But Grandad’s remark made me suddenly blink,
It stirred up my mind and I started to think
That never again would I get me a drink
From the cold water tap of the old kitchen sink.
This poem is copyright (©) Colin West 2022
About the Writer
Colin lives in Battle, East Sussex. He studied Graphic Design and Illustration and has written and illustrated over 50 children’s books. His poems have appeared in anthologies by Roger McGough and Julia Donaldson. He now writes purely for his own pleasure and enjoys collecting old books, mainly of poetry.