ramblings and things
My Dad
My Dad’s photo
Stands over there
Comfortably sat
In his old armchair.
Me and my Dad
Didn’t talk very much
We didn’t hug
And we didn’t touch.
We’d sit together
Watching TV
A companionable silence
Between him and me
Or we’d walk the fields
Shotguns in hand
To take some food
From the land
Not for sport
My Dad and me
Just to fill the pot
With food that was free.
A quiet man
Tall thin and grey
Who laboured on the land
Every single day.
Seldom time off
When you work on a farm
So animals don’t starve
Or come to harm.
Never got to retirement,
He died too young
From too much baccy
And Farmer’s lung.
I was by his bed
The day he died
Then left the room
And quietly cried.
Regret is no good
But on one of those walks
I wish just once we’d had
A companionable talks.
I loved my Dad
And he loved me:
In those days Folk
Didn’t show it you see.
When we scattered his ashes
I held mum’s hand
As we watched them blow
All over the land,
The land he loved,
The land we walked,
So companionable that
We seldom talked
i’ll never forget
That cold January day
A sudden gust blew
My dads ashes away.
My Dad