On Reflection Poem by Les Littleford

“We didn’t used to have one of you”
my first words to him
aged three
Welcome home Dad

“Look after your mum for me”
his last words to me
aged fifty six

And in between
my memory fails
a misty melange of
garden golf, marriage fights
desperate acts to please
and occasional
uncomfortable
peace

But to my shame no clear picture remains
and I find myself wondering
with some discomfort
how much
and what
our much loved three
will remember of us.