long ago lost in time
I remember
that father of mine
smoking fags
Woodbine
then Player's No. 6
for nicotine addicts
as some people used to
do in those days
he would knock back
Guinness
of an evening
yes
alcohol addiction
dad left school
at tender age
of only 16
autodidact
self-taught
he was very
bright
light
in my life
welsh wizard
wrote & taught me
to write
wonderful bardic wordplay
quasi-cynghanedd
won prize at local Eisteddfod
liked poetry
of Walt Whitman
artistic
did drawings
watercolours
pastels
& so on
if I were lucky
he would give me
half a crown
pocket money
ten bob note
wealth
back then
strong yen
dad died
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dead dad
a lack
still
felt
alive in mind
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