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,

Monday, 2 April 2012

Auntie in the nursing home

 Laughing Buddha, red as a baby;
laughing nurses waddle bottoms;
battering rainspots – let me in boys,
window patter, nurses patter,
‘have a drink, love’, ‘turn you over’,
fateful fingers, losing touch.