Ian Keenan

My Boys - Poem by Ian Keenan

I don't dislike them,
The tombstones round
The church,
Of Woolscombe, and Tebbit,
And Mrs Yeatman.

I knew a Mr Yeatman once,
Bank Manager,
Not easy to talk to,
Tight on overdrafts.

Money's tight right now,
But I saw my boys last night
In London,
A cheap Thai meal
And talk of ISIS.

They left for Brixton
And Brockley,
And I dreamed on the train
That I might die
If it weren't for them,

The heartbeats of my life.

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Comments about My Boys by Ian Keenan

  • (10/16/2016 9:06:00 AM)

    An astute observation on what it is to be a father. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/5/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Very moving at the end and simply said.Thanks very much. (Report) Reply

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 6:23:00 AM)

    beautiful poem, nice thought thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, January 8, 2016

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