My father comes back with the shopping, Clattering through the old back door, Emitting that silly homecoming shout. I race down the stairs To regale him with the past ten years. That’s the problem with the dead: So much to tell them about.
A website with poetry by Bryn James
My father comes back with the shopping, Clattering through the old back door, Emitting that silly homecoming shout. I race down the stairs To regale him with the past ten years. That’s the problem with the dead: So much to tell them about.
Random Descent 