My father spoke to me today
He, whose ashes we buried a decade ago,
Recited poetry
Crafted secretly
From personal and painful emotion
Between the pops and scratches
Of old 78s
The deep young voice
Enunciated heartache
Painted pictures of sorrow
He braved each sad new day
Privately mourning
The loss of his lovely bride
Publicly cheerful
For the health of the children
With each fresh image
From beyond the grave
He exposed to us
The breadth of his love
And the strength of his character
Copyright © 2007 John P M Dillon
Originally written for my other father John, but applies to Patrick as well
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
So dear and sweet, your love ?