I close my eyes and I see you, and I will always see
you. And so will Dara. And so will Pip. And so will Timmy. And so will their kids, because they will
tell tales of their Poppa Jim to the generations to come, as they sit on the
banks of some river, with the fresh breeze on their cheeks, the tang of a deep
pool on a lively river, the flash of multicolours as a kingfisher flies by,
rods in hand beside a swirling torrent just coming off a flood, and with a good
hour of daylight left before the end of a perfect late summer’s day...
Happy 100th birthday Father - we will all be raising glasses to you tonight and telling happy tales.
1 comment:
Lovely, Chip........doesn't seem ten years, does it?
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