About the author Some of my work has been published in magazines, some of it has been self-published and some of it has been read to friends and relatives – but a lot of it is on my desk just waiting to be read by the general public. About the poem Last Moments With My Father is one of the many poems written as a result of my recent car accident. We assume that our children will outlive us and that our parents will therefore pass away before us. This is often not true, of course, and after the accident I realised how much my father and I will miss playing golf with each other when one of us is no longer around. I still want to win, of course, and (usually) I still lose. Well, he’s semi-retired and can play golf as much as he likes. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it… Last Moments With My Father
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The light settles softly into the horizon
dropping calmly into silence.
I am spending a little more time with my father now, who – of all things – loves
a competition. He wins, of course, but this is not because
I let him, but because he is better. It matters not to me.
the walk does us both a world of good,
the light upon our backs. We have seen this loss coming, slowly and surely
falling upon us both.
I have spent my time considering the problem, which, of all things,
is inevitable. He is older, and so we suspect – although we do not know –
He will leave this game first. We share this inevitable truth, but
the competition does us both the world of good
the sunshine in our hearts. Robin Lewis |
