Still Dad


You still fill
The same chair-sized space
You ever did – 
Your chair has gone but
I still see you stroll  
From room to room
With the usual smile 
On your face
Contemplating your next move
Of aged-wickedness,
I still hear your voice
Laughing at something
That’s tickled you,
Something no doubt
To share in the pub
But never in chapel,
I still feel your spirit watching
Over us as we 
Inevitably pack away
Your treasures
Carefully hoarded 
Over long years. 
I still love you
And miss you Dad and 
You still fill 
The same giant-sized role
You ever did.

Happy Birthday 

(c) wordz2Go 20th August 2021

Facing the Music

Forced to face mortality
Before strictly necessary,
Enjoying life –
Doing what you wanted to,
Though you knew
At 92 years young,
Facing the music was inevitable.
I thought I’ve have you 
Another year or two
And now you’re scared,
Tearful, acknowledging
You could die,
Losing confidence,
Aging perceptablity 
Right in front of me
While I ignore reality.

(c) wordz2Go 21st March 2021

Sure as Eggs

Coming home from work
You’d swing me round,
Lift me off the ground,
No matter how tired you were,
You thought it was funny,
It was our joke,
A routine;
Sure as eggs.

A long time ago
Yet fresh in my mind
Like the time
You came into school
With lunchbox and flask
To comfort my tears – 
I see your touseled hair,
I see you standing there,
In your blue overalls 
Leaning against the door,
Smiling at me, reassuringly.

But then – 
You’ve always rescued me,
Sure as eggs.

(c) wordz2Go 1st April 2021