Father & Son. Poem by Michael Walker

We went together to picnics at the beach
in your serviceable brown Dodge
which also took us to church on Sundays,
a drive of fifteen kilometres.

We went together to your village dairy,
where you worked seven days a week.
I served many customers to give you a break.
They came in, searching for something.


We went together on that last Friday
to the full church by the lake.
The hearse was black and final
but it was followed by many mourners.


-17 March,2017.