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JOHN     MACKINNON

  To set a stone on which to stand 

To set a stone on which to stand

We cannot lose emotion dearly bought

No thief, nor king, nor any man,

Can take what we have thought.

My Mother too never really left

Now, to be sitting by this fire,

In tears.

I know you are here, with us all,

As surely as I heard Mum too,

In a rose.

 

 

My Dad knows everything

Camping in the garden

To escape the summer heat.

Where’s the Saucepan,

Where the Southern Cross?

You pointed them out.

Last night, in perfect sky

They re-appeared.

Poems come as pirates

Poems come as pirates.

Suddenly

They appear

When I am most

Becalmed

Or lost.

By their knowing

I am tossed

Into a world

That still might hear.

To my friends

Freeze this moment in your mind

Call it back

To be reminded

Though we have lived

And loved

Let our time slip

To leave only

Our kindness.

Farewell to my Father

And then it was done

All sighs, all weeping,

All tears,

Completed.

Save for the sound

Of the sheets

Being laid

Fresh

From where he was gone.

1982

1982 a year of great change  

I faced adulthood head on. 

My father died, 

My child was born 

My best friend 

Committed suicide. 

Challenges make us stronger.

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