in two thousand and five
after a bit of a wobble I took a decision
to try not to forget
to keep you alive
through poetry and dreams
and meditation
in two thousand and twenty one
i asked our son if we could begin
a deeper conversation
yes a story he said
because he doesn’t do feelings
he suggested to base it on call of duty
my father, his grandfather had been
a paratrooper in the second world war
shot down
left hanging in a tree
until he was recovered
who knows where
my brother jack
puts me straight
about the facts
of my father’s injury and capture
he also gifts me the belief
that this should be his story
