A plastic dinosaur on window sill,
Jaws reaching for that old Father’s Day card
Just next to it; that months-old card I still
Cannot remove. The T. Rex tail, so hard,
Points sharply to a black and white photo
Of youngsters posing at the Eiffel top -
The only time we could afford to go
Abroad as a whole family. My Pop
Always brought home exciting brochures of
Blue sky and yellow sand, but never did
Take us there. I wonder, is it still love
If it isn’t expressed? The piano lid
Was closed when my Dad reached maturity.
He should have carried on playing, surely?
Sat 21 Oct 2006
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