~
It took a kitchen sink,
a new kitchen sink at that
to finally get us together,
the three of us working
like a family firm, roles defined
strengths and weaknesses
understood, accepted.
Later, over beers
I sit and watch them,
two fine sons, each extolling
the virtues of micro-breweries
they have visited,
me listening intently for once
stroking a cool IPA
soaking up their easy banter.
Later still, after a
‘don’t tell your mother’ curry
we settle to vintage wines, serious
and rich childhood memories
bubble to the surface, making me think
I did a half-decent job.
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© Graham Sherwood 03/2020
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