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.
unsure course through the Doldrums
landmarks give me hope.
It hangs in the air
a constant veil surrounding;
looking for clearings.
It’s fast approaching
and after all the waiting
time to say goodbye.
be silent a while
let me breath
I must see
her countenance one last time
before all is lost
Not a day goes by
when I don’t spend a moment
thinking about you.
Three thousand runners
with numbers pinned to their fronts
and there on their backs
a message, the loved ones lost.
I wept for my step father.