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