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A Father’s Lie

This has been my yearly lie to my family. Thought I might get ahead of the game this Father’s Day. With a wonderful family, it’s not unusual a week out from Father’s Day to hear the words, “What do you want for Father’s Day”. Pretty...

Granddad’s Poem

My Granddads Poem For Abbey’s boys Jamie and Milli Hey you two, slow down Your Granddad can’t keep up You’ve been quick out of the gate Faster than lightening, I looked up and you were gone Why’s that? I was looking forward to playing with you...

I Listen for the Sound

Not the sound of a cock crowing I listen for the sound Not the sound of Pilate washing his hands I listen for the sound Not the sound of a whip lashing an innocent back I listen for the sound Not the sound of thuds as a soldiers fist smashes cheek and bone I listen...

My Friend of Eight Months

My Friend of Eight Months Thinking back is to late and worthlessExcept to remember the goodHis pleasure of friendshipThe wide smile of greetingHis zeal to assist meThe dry sense of humourI wonder what life was like for himAll that can be done is learnUrgency meant...