For Meela and Trish
"I use my father’s tools, the few I took / after his death just weeks ago, and on them / are his hands, his eyes, his breath." Such an evocative poem, John. Full of pathos. And I love the imagery. ✨️
Thanks for your kind comments James.
"I use my father’s tools, the few I took / after his death just weeks ago, and on them / are his hands, his eyes, his breath." Such an evocative poem, John. Full of pathos. And I love the imagery. ✨️
Thanks for your kind comments James.