~
I never made him angry
enough to strike me
he left all that to mother,
I did make him cry once
with pride at my being
one of England’s best one year,
We fished from time to time
quietly, as was done
on those halcyon Sundays
each knowing the other,
When I left, to make my way
mother cried, he did not
his handshake said it all,
Now, as a father I understand
his hurt and keep face
just the same
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© Graham R Sherwood 06/23
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