Remembrance Day coming up, and I remember my father, his life, his death. His poems were re-published last year in U.K., and they take me back to the years when I read and re-read them to try to discover who he was, and wrote my own poems about him which were published in ‘A Summer Father’ …
WAR CEMETERY
I looked for 
my father in a field
but found only
his name
out in public
I disliked
his being shared
by beetles, swallows
and the glazed view of tourists
wanted to erase his name
from eyes
wrapped around the letters
carrying them
all over the world
like ashes
on the wind
A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
1960willowtree 