Birds, tea
Horses and the sea
You liked cars, we saw stars
These are the things I remember
You travelled, to unravel
She was walking alone
We never got very far
Talking home
But most of the time
We got on just fine
Wittering under
the willow tree
What's in the wheelbarrow?
From Yorkshire to Boston
(via Midlands & the ocean)
From scrum-half to a golfer
Cricket bats to baseball caps
Barn owls to red cardinals
You sailed away...
The 'wrong' way around the world
What's the right way to unfurl
like a fern?
We waited for you
Back at the farm
Watching The Simpsons
The glimpses of family
Walls of water in your way
Dreaming machines everyday
Followed by a whale
Around Cape Horn
You gave me a stone frog
And my first sip of cider
You got lost in Rotorua
I met a penguin and a koala
Finally, severed by the Atlantic,
and by that fateful night.
While you searched for me,
it was already too late.
(Freeze; nowhere to run
Fight? Not a chance!
Fawn... didn't work
Goodbye innocence)
Then we fell off the mountain.
'This ain't my first rodeo',
you said, playing Roulette
at the cruise ship casino.
I preferred you in the Rockies,
being a real cowboy
From cigar smoke in
the 'Gentleman's Lounge'
To dressing in Drag
at the P-Town carnival
Always full of surprises
Radiation, Cryoablation, Radicalisation
World's End, Massachusetts
You still couldn't bend
your titanium spine
A terminator, but mine
You stopped climbing the stairs
To your walk-in closet, while...
the 'far right' were marching
We turned left to Marylou's
CNN blaring,
how could you bear it?
The morphine was caring.
The dogs at your feet, lying still
You looked like a ghost
at the kids' pool party,
Relegated to the shadows
My heart sobbing in the shallows
Or was it the deep end?
Now I can wear your coat
And board a boat, only
to visit you by the lighthouse
But of course you are everywhere
The dust of you settles
on the ocean floor,
merging with earth,
and travelling to the trees, I hope
Cup o' tea?
Come see yer Dad
But where was the chat?
In between the flickers of the candle flame
The flicker of a candle flame
A candle flame
And blow
Now Go
(Inspired by spring… finished for Father’s Day)
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