Today is Father’s Day here in the UK, and I’ve been thinking about my Dad. He’s been gone for nearly 40 years now, but I still remember how talented, unique and funny he was (like batting off my teenage rebellion by referring to me as “The Zulu” when I dyed my hair black and wore it spiky for a while!) I often wonder what he would think of me nowadays, but always try to live by his example. Here’s a little poem I wrote in memory of a very wonderful man.
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