My father didn’t stir from his chair
Those last three years
A bungalow his lair
A mug of tea the paper
Warm house mammy there
Study the horses place a bet
Channel Four on air
Good food on the table
Comfy bed
Mammy to look after him
Always well fed
Visits from the family
Memories in his head
Looking out the window
Wherever those thoughts led
Now I’m here the same
Quiet days
Getting old
Slowing in my ways
The long and winding road
The noisy human maze
Has come to this
A peaceful final phase
Brian Fahy
6 October 2022
Erris Poetry 