Lights Will Guide Her Home. Poem by Ian Keenan

After the summer break,
Back home while others work
Or meet their friends,
I, pathetic, stay
Watching Red Rock
Or the cat in the rain.

My only salvation our choir,
Practising ‘Fix You',
Having seen Coldplay play
Once In Oxford.

‘When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse? ".

Not really,
But I've adjusted,
My boys in London
Whom I miss so much,
And lovely Gracie;
I not the father
But she forever mine,
Here.


She got B's in her GCSEs today,
And I was so happy for her,
She more naturally an actress
Than mechanic.

So proud,
But one day she will leave,
Then tears will surely come
Streaming down my face,
Yet hoping that lights will always
Guide her home many times
Before I go.