An attempt to write a poem about my childhood. Does it ring true?

Question:Untruth -night on the town -not my mother AT ALL- oh, yes and the crisps. They came in one flavour with separate salt.
CARELESS LOVE
Love is a spit-moistened hankie
used to wash some of the grime away.
An absent minded clip-round-the-ear
or a hug-in-passing each day.
Cobbling holes in over-cobbled socks,
finding a pin for a knicker waist,
And having to visit school (yet again)
to meet the Head dragon-lady
face to face.
Love is chips on a Friday,
wrapped in The Sun
(sometimes batter-bits too)
And the never-ending, hearty
potato and gristle stew.
Love is a tattered overcoat on the bed
when your breath's like smoke
And cheese and onion crisps brought back
after a night on the town with some bloke.

Unchecked, roaming round alleyways
armed with a doorstep oozing jam
and a bottle of liquorice-water
(with baby brother in the broken pram)
Growing
carelessly,
free as wild-living weeds.
A brief childhood of bruises and kiss-cures
before life does the Dirty Deed.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Untruth -night on the town -not my mother AT ALL- oh, yes and the crisps. They came in one flavour with separate salt.
CARELESS LOVE
Love is a spit-moistened hankie
used to wash some of the grime away.
An absent minded clip-round-the-ear
or a hug-in-passing each day.
Cobbling holes in over-cobbled socks,
finding a pin for a knicker waist,
And having to visit school (yet again)
to meet the Head dragon-lady
face to face.
Love is chips on a Friday,
wrapped in The Sun
(sometimes batter-bits too)
And the never-ending, hearty
potato and gristle stew.
Love is a tattered overcoat on the bed
when your breath's like smoke
And cheese and onion crisps brought back
after a night on the town with some bloke.

Unchecked, roaming round alleyways
armed with a doorstep oozing jam
and a bottle of liquorice-water
(with baby brother in the broken pram)
Growing
carelessly,
free as wild-living weeds.
A brief childhood of bruises and kiss-cures
before life does the Dirty Deed.

Ain't some people's love grand?!!!!!!

Yes, it rings true. Sometimes people don't understand how you can take bits and pieces and weave in a complete pattern, darning it bit by bit until it becomes solid. You may not have experienced it all but you have a firm grasp on it nonetheless. It's wonderful imagery
I especially love your ending "growing careless, free as wild-living weeds, a brief childhood of bruises and kiss-cures before life does the Dirty Deed." .............. absolutely brilliant!

It reminds me of when I was a wee lad on the sun-baked prairies of the American Great Plains...expect all the British bits...TD

Reminds me of Fiddler on the Roof: "For 25 years I've cooked for him....if that isn't love, what is?" Love is more than words, it's a series of deeds done throughout a lifetime. You've certainly illustrated that with beautiful, passionate imagery.

It's brilliant. I can feel that damn spit-moistened hankie on my cheek, thanks for returning it to me!

dude your stupid *** is stupid

I really love this. Its passionate, funny, emotive. Excellent. Well done, brought back many memories. Fabulous

This is great.
A series of vividly-rendered impressions that accumulate to form a convincing total view. Yes, it rings true.
Well done!

My boyfrined sent me a love poom, I thought it was lovely!

Seven Drunken Knights, all without love

Quite realistic.