Ice cream, strawberry flavoured, pink as a slapped arse
On to her old dad's greased black quiff
Sat astride his shoulders
Her knees bulged
Like extra muscles on his large body.
He pressed coins, bronze like his skin
Sun dark from working on the building site
Into the slots
The lights rolling.
On the beach
Her mother waits for the boy to finish his ride on the donkey
Its fur rubbed short by the weight of kicking toddlers
Ears pink with sun burn
New dad sits with her. Drinking tea from a paper cup.
His new hand on her old leg.
Her father, black hair pink spotted
Chin darkening with the push of beard
Wins the jackpot
He presses a 10p into her palm, silver and as solid
As her tooth.
'Don’t tell your mother'
Pocketing the rest.
( the coin castle, leysdown-on-sea, from flickr by brianfuller6385 )