Thursday 5 April 2012

Transformation

 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,

2 comments:

  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.

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

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