Visiting The Office Poem by Ian Keenan

At Temple Meads
The office block was red
And dingy,
Half hidden at the bottom of the
Taxi rank.

A couple of times
Dad showed us
Where he worked,
An open office of
Telegraph levers,
The bosses lurking dark
Behind the walls.

Morse code was used,
All tappity-tap,
And dad was adept
Routing trains
Across the West.

We used his office pads
At home for notes and homework,
The Telegraph brand
Across the top,
Me proudly showing
My mates at school
How Dad was keeping
Train wheels turning
In the world.

The office block is gone now,
A space waiting
For its re-incarnation,
And dad will still be there,
Tapping out his messages,
Driving home to us,
Smiling.