Dad had his corner with ashtray and pipe,
record collection and cassette tapes,
a set of headphones on standby.
Mum had her knitting and TV,
her soprano voice to sing with,
the endless wash days and menus.
Dad had his tool shed furnished
with old kitchen units; cupboards
and drawers filled with tools.
Mum had her garden, the roses,
the pear tree and the greenhouse
my granddad built.
I remember my Dad’s laughter,
Mum’s stories of the family already passed
and the feeling of being loved, of being safe.
|My mum and dad with Dinah the dog!|