Saturday, October 22, 2011


A recent poem....from just a few weeks ago. 

Last time I saw this young man
he was callow, naive, could
put his foot in whatever was
in-put-footable.  Now, he holds the
hand of a curly-headed three-year-old boy,
grinning, both of them grinning,
delighted to be in each other’s life,
the ginger-haired, short-cropped father,
the curly-topped lightning-smiling
boy.  ‘And we’ve just had number two,’
says the father, shining.  ‘Just
three weeks ago.’