Inherit From Father Poem by John A'Hern

Explanation of all that has gone before
A character my dad, few words just eyes
I always imagined looking up
Now in later life, I realise that I was the taller
How the bloody hell did that happen

A cook of renown due to seafaring days
Curries the favourite, Mother would look away
All the meals with father in mind
The provider looked after, children meals followed

I hear my three sons discuss their father's way
Tears sometimes stain my cheeks
My eyes do the talking as taught
Acceptance of their fathers look

No smack no hits ever undertook
Now in later life just as before
I am judged by my sons memories of long ago
In days of choosing memories of our own
Words and actions appear as told

As for you my trusted friend
We will be together until the end
My shadow has a life of its own
We talk as we walk of all we know
There in the morning light
Always standing by me until night time falls
Sometimes casting a shadow on bedroom walls