Becoming The Man My Father Always Was
(for Brian D)
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This is a beautiful poem. You have obviously inherited your Dad's goodness and kindess. I'm glad the ritual of the hot water bottle is still in place! It was lovely to see the flow from child to mind and the same things coming around again. You have learnt well! Gina XXX
I think you have inherited your Dad's kindness and then created your own special kind...that's how I would sum you up...yup...you are the kindest man I know! Now I want to meet your Dad! And you have a brother or two...mmmmm....interesting! I would love to be killed with kindness. This is a simply delightful poem and following you through from child to man is just such a lovely touch. As well as learning you how to wind up time(which is what poems are!) he thought you tenderness. love Dee De love Dee De