My Father's Eightieth Birthday 2 Comments

An epic work about your father And hope he fully enjoys reading this... :)

A poem full of wonderful imagery. I love the pouting voice and the Beijing opera. That is superb. He may have been fooled but he was a man with trust and a man to trust. constantly setting wheels in motion. I was never mechanically minded but my father set my mind in motion to study languages. One Xmas, I think I was eight, he gave me Oliver Twist and more importantly a dictionary. If I didn't understand a word I should look it up. It's a habit that has never left me whether it is English, French and Spanish. How important are these people? Very! There is so much rich detail in your verse and it flows elegantly. The second part of a very worthy tribute, Denis. You know I once knew 500 Chinese Characters but now I can just about count from one to six and number ten. Numbers seven, eight and nine escape me, the penalty of old age!