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Father as a Young Man

This poem about my father and sister was showcased in Fragmented Voices on 17th March 2021.

Twenty-five a good age

Young and strong.

Proud family man

Providing for your

Wife so sweet,

Your first-born son

And your smallest child

Your daughter.

Then jobs are lost

Economies crash

And Jarrow marchers

Walk the long cold road

With hungry faces

And desperate hearts;

Where only a cold welcome awaits.

And so

No longer proud

Picking sea coal

With it's spitting warmth.

A half penny here,

A penny there when sold.

A loaf of bread and margarine

Now the fare

That's set upon the table.

Both parents denying their empty bellies

As they push the bread towards the

Children dear.

The little one, hot and limp

They rush to the hospital

No half-crown for the GP.

The father visited

And peeled one grape

She loved her daddy

And so, she ate.

Next day the telephone box visited,

His return ashen faced.

My little girl;

My little girl has gone.

As tears roll down the face

Of that once handsome and proud,

young man.


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