Memories of ‘Eight Days a Week’. by Jayne Bryant AM

Poetry

 

 

by Jayne Bryant AM

 

 

In the 80’s my father and uncle

Worked together on the building sites

My cousins and I would go with them

In the back of the van

And sing along

To Beatles tapes like freaks

Until they had finished

We’d hardly speak

I know the words to every single Beatles song

Especially Eight Days A Week