Just in case
There is something rather special about Dad’s
Or at least there was about mine
Forever the comedian in that special dad way
Someone who would say to me your hair looks like
A spider’s lounge come here or you look like you
Have been dragged through a hedge backwards
The D.I.Y. aficionado who could almost turn out anything
From a few pieces of wood
I was never allowed to mention
The time he put his foot through the bathroom ceiling
Something he had always cautioned me against
When going into the loft
But it was funny to see his leg hanging down
Like it belonged to somebody else
Like many dads of his generation
He had a shed
A fortress a bastion against whatever life threw at him
With a range of tools for many things
Some of which I never knew
He showed me how to use a drill a screw driver a
Hammer and chisel
How to put up a shelf
Mix concrete and cement lay a path
He had an incredible collection of nails screws bolts and nuts
Locks handles and padlocks of all shapes and sizes
All labelled in appropriate size tins and boxes
All kept just in case
I looked in the garage today
Oh, crikey I’ve turned into my dad