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The Boy’s school poem –

Funny, topical, rhyming ~

Very proud Dada.

We have missed sports, buddies, football and more.
COVID has definitely been quite a chore.
But when we’re older we will be able to tell so many stories.
We have played so many games such as scattergories
We have turned into cavemen with a mountain of hair on our head,
Attending zoom calls eating pot noodles in our bed.

We eat our food as we wish,
My bedroom is filled dish after dish.
Covid is like being hit by a brick wall,
But at least we have football volleyball.
COVID will be over soon
But in the meantime do something productive you lanky spoon
.’

(Odin Cleary, Sixth Class)

The adults talking –

A silent mezzanine spy ~

Daughter like father.

Teenager’s demand –

Insists on watching the news ~

My work here is done.

Happy Father’s Day –

Go easy on yourself, Men ~

We all have our flaws.

Descending through clouds –

Evocative fluffiness ~

Son’s first curly hair.

Home late from the trip –

Dragging suit and self inside ~

Warm hug from the Boy.

Some hands know the soil.
They know what to do with it.
They’re not fine hands, clean hands, they’re rough and thick fingered and calloused but they bring life out of the black and keep a kind of order on the land.
They give firm handshakes.
And hold grandchildren carefully like they hold a china tea cup or a fragile flower.

(For Bob, who knew the land and its people well, RIP).

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Distaff family –

How I love thee so ~ but still ~

I’m glad for the boy. 
 

Distaff family –

Much joy with thee, yet more when ~

Small Man holds my hand. 
 

Father at his place –

As different as equal ~

Yet it must be earned. 

Small Man’s first school day –
Shirt collar stiff on his neck ~
Teacher half my age.

Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.

It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.

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