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A father and son
both alike in preference
are Emirates bound.
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by Scooj
Tag: Father
Father’s Day
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Birth, step and in-law
all three sadly departed
It’s up to me now.
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by Scooj
Firsts
They say it’s the firsts
the first birthday, first Christmas…
it is every day.
by Scooj
In memory of my dad whose birthday would have been yesterday.
Legacy
An old overcoat
that belonged to my dad still
smells of cigarettes.
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Dad
Now that he is gone
I think more about him than
when he was living.
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Getting to know you
Acquainting myself
with my departed father
reading his scrap books;
it seems strange that we never
covered this ground together.
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Line
Three generations
like father like son like son;
finding old pictures.
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Absent father
He used to take us to Hamleys,
on the few occasions we’d see him,
and buy something small
like that plastic stuff
you blow balloons with
through a straw
and then we’d go on to a restaurant;
I always chose sausages and a coke
a rare treat indeed.
He didn’t really spoil us, in fact
it was probably the least he could have done
but we always looked forward to those days.
It must have driven our mum mad.
well now his absence is for good and I shall miss him
and his rather clumsy efforts at being a father.
by Scooj
790. The Bearpit (71)
There is a new artist in town (to me at least), and his works have entered my consciousness since March really. It is possible he has been here all the time, but if this is the case I can only apologise. The artist signs his work with the name J. Dior, and try as I might, I am unable to find out anything about him. I know he is a he, because I did spot him creating a piece around Easter time.
His artwork embraces a naive style and usually features people, colourfully represented often in unusual positions – a touch of Marc Chagall combined with children’s illustrations. This piece doesn’t perhaps portray what I’m saying as well as some of his others. I have a fondness for these works, not because of the quality of the paintwork, but more down to the human story telling that is going on. My father, my mother – what a fine tribute to his parents. I like it, so watch this space for more from J. Dior.
Fourteen
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Losing you is hard
the boy has become a man
go now and flourish.
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by Scooj
Natural adventures 