Thursday, 5 April 2012


 Dear Andrew, Thank you
- all of you – the other evening,
for a pub of drinking men,
drunks and fat boys, teenagers:

all a father needs when out for a pint
with his wife and special son,
walking up cobbles and drinking down
lemonade, fosters, ice and a slice,

but it was dancing at the juke box
- retro rock – loud as a propeller
that got the locals up on the dance floor
- oh yes, and the Down’s boy

smiling like a sunrise
turning. With love. Sincerely yours,


  1. John, thank you for the lovely poems you share with me daily. This one particularly touched my heart. God bless you, your wife, and your special son, Andrew.

  2. Loved your poem! So nicely done and said....