A collection of poems and other writings...

Tuesday 13 February 2018

It clicked

When Dad smiled
and his cheeks
drew back
from his teeth,
there was a little clicking noise,
so even when
he was behind you
you knew
he was there
smiling.

When Mum died
he wanted us
to all carry on
as if nothing had happened
and we tried
but I got cross with him
so much
especially when
he ran the stew
under the tap.

And then one day
when I was going back to school
after lunch
I told him
that I loved him
- I made myself -
and he cried
and watched me
out of the kitchen window
go
all the way up the garden
well, up to the fir trees.

And I thought
Dad! Grow up, will you.

But actually it was me
who had to.


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