I owe you Stafford for the days spent gazing
in awe at all the stuff in your museum,when I was
barely tall enough to see into the cases.
I owe you Stafford for the dentists at your old
infirmary, who sorted out my crooked teeth
by fitting me with braces.
I owe you Stafford for my reward for being good,
for Knickerbocker Glories at the Pop-in Cafe,
which was next to The Top of the World.
I owe you Stafford for Saturdays with scruffy types on
motorbikes, and afternoons in the Stafford Arms,
a formative experience for a girl.
I owe you Stafford for Marks & Spencer’s
Childrenswear and Lingerie- my first real job
in 1975, for me a milestone year.
I owe you Stafford for your county as, wherever
I decide to live, my heart will always be