Fathers, sons [poem]
"I missed him today,"
"I can't get him out
of my head."
Perhaps he's missing; perhaps
Yesterday I saw you sitting there
and now no matter quite how hard
I only see
an empty chair"My sons grew up, my father
"I know what you mean"
She understood; I smiled;
Sometimes someone sits there in
They sympathise and somehow
fill the space
I nod along and think about
I said: "We have to focus onthe joys -
the love, their smell, the grace, their life
their noise -
My father may have gone: my boys
and though they are and must not be
tomorrow night we'll meet
and have a beer