reminiscing now my father’s work,
he reads old diaries like a clerk:
personal archives dusted down:
smiles, scowls, sometime-frowns.
do his diary accounts still sing true?
jazz songs still sing but tinted blue.
where one-time colleagues now?
the longing heart follows the plough.
his life an unfinished jigsaw puzzle,
memories now get slightly muddled,
searching out some misssing pieces;
creased fingers recall fondled fleeces.
oratorios blare, daylight grows dim,
time has been patient with him,
sacred songs make old heart gladden
heavenly choirs still poignantly sadden.
for final pilgrimage heart preparing,
accounts near settled, soberly unsparing,
generous laughter, happy arms hugged
hesitant prayer, most gaps plugged…
image credit: Guy Hemmings