I was at a religious conference
At a summer school
(I often go to summer schools in my dreams)
I had made friends with a military man
Who felt that he needed to speak out about
The conflict between the military and religion
An older lady joined us
A cheerful yet devout believer
Who told my friend
That God would make it all ok
And not to worry too too much
The two of them went for lunch
My eldest son joined me
And asked how was I going to entertain him
Because his mum was being such a pain
I only had five pounds in my pocket
And knew that would not satisfy his wants
Triggers
I had watched a film the night before
About Dr. Stephen Hawkins
The credits said he was 72
A couple of days ago my son
Had been to his grandfathers funeral
I am typing up my poems from 2005
