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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)

Quick Grandma visit –

The Boy now taller than her ~

His voice, deepening.

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.

Dada tooth fairy –

Travels very light these days ~

A silent payment.

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.

Three weeks late you were –
Long hair and long nails ~ all set –
Pretend no more, Son.

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

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

Helping a stranger –
No change for his bus, at dawn ~
Wallet full of notes.

He’s from Morava
Trying to visit his boy ~
Honourable Dad.

A chance encounter –
At the deserted crossroads ~
Make a difference.

[Best of luck Larry, hope it all works out. ]

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