A Summer Morning

A summer morning 1956

My father sits white vested baggy trousers

After breakfast cigarette

Sunshine on his face

Glencullen warmth

Fresh air about the place


I a boy lean into his shoulder

Mammy takes the picture of her men

A donkey in the background

Stretching for a bite

Hind leg tied

A calm contented sight


He loved those days

No better place to be

God’s fresh air

Life as it should be

No warring guns

No bloodshed

No coal dust on his tongue

Good food good sleep good Guinness

And the livelong day was long


I leaned into my father

Rare experience

He wasn’t tactile then

Like father so like son

But oh he was my father

I was so proud of that

I lean into him now I do

And he I think leans back


Brian Fahy

22 March 2022

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