Thank you Dad.
Thank you for your deep deep love.
For always making me feel so special and loved.
For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.
I could not have felt more loved.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.
For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.
For instilling in me the love of words and ...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 12:25 pm
you have to watch it in here
old blokes get up to all sorts
seem to lose inhibitions and
indulge in odd water sports
dicks emerge like clockwork
just like they're past caring
pyjamas are a good excuse
for opening up and sharing
doesn't shock me anymore
hang there minute and limp
yet one or two can still do it
Patrick's a potent old pimp
Tuesday 18th May 2021 10:23 am
He was not really special
Just an ordinary guy
I guess you’d call him
An ex-army man
He took everything in his stride
He was a positive guy
He was happy to help: He rarely said
Throughout his life
He took it all on the chin
When things were hard he worked his way through
He never asked why
He was easy going: he’d go with t...
Friday 18th December 2020 2:31 pm
he wakes up everyday---but only for them.
he showers, eats, and goes to work---but only for them.
he holds back his sadness and depression---but only for them.
he doesn't want his useless and meaningless state of life to affect their outlook. if anything they should be happy.
although he never hugs or says i love you, they know.
although he never showed up to any of her games, she s...
Monday 13th July 2020 8:31 am
I feel the pain of your broken heart physically gone but our spirits don't part
although you hurt and and pine for me
close your eyes and there i will be
With the biggest smile on my face
as I'm free and happy in this amazing place looking out at a perfect view
standing in front of me is you
I'm very much alive more than ever
no worldly burdens..light as a feather
Monday 1st April 2019 3:16 pm
My dad's favourite shoes
He saved them for best
He wore them just once
As we laid him to rest
Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x
Thursday 23rd November 2017 1:07 pm
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
Five foot two, eyes of blue
Goes a certain song
Both were true but not nearly enough
To describe this true and happy man
With a big beaming smile he'd enter your life
Open arms and so open hearted
Energy enough for all of us, for each and every day
To carry us all along the way
Never told always showed
The best and winning way
He led by example on how to be
Friday 19th May 2017 9:26 pm
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times...
Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm
Thursday 7th May 2015 12:24 pm
I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car
Not exactly him but some likeness, a vision from afar.
I can’t exactly see him clear
But either way it’s nice to have him near.
I sometimes find myself talking to my Dad,
Sitting next to me, in my car
It’s good to talk after all these years and I suppose he’s not really there
But it feels so good, so I don’t really care...
Monday 1st December 2014 12:40 am
As a child
the sun rose
and sat because
of my Dad.
As a teenager
I thought my
Dad was one
of the bumbest
people on earth.
Now that I
am over the
age of Fifty
I think the
older I get
my Dad was.
Saturday 13th September 2014 3:53 am
Friday 1st November 2013 12:01 am
Poem For My Dad
In the deepest darkest recess of the mind
The saddest memory is there to find
There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,
We had our time together, good and bad
And many differences, we had
After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas
And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in th...
Sunday 26th February 2012 4:45 pm