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 the world,

Or so it seemed to you

 

And what you thought of my Austin eleven hundred

When you only had a push bike, well I’ve often wondered.

 

You would have liked my holiday van in Lytham St Annes

I can just imagine us there, maybe breaking open a couple of cans

 

And I often thought of you there as I sat in the sun and rested

I’d have a crazy kind of dream where I’d reach inside your head

And squeeze your brain tumour till it was dead

 

And, while I’m there in my spirit guise I’d wander inside your heart,

Clean up your tubes and make it all just like new

 

But now perhaps and I sometimes feel this is true

You maybe wander down to me and put your hand upon my head

But I still wish my dream was true, instead.