Poem of the day – Memory of My Father by Patrick Kavanagh

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Memory of My Father

Every old man I see

Reminds me of my father

When he had fallen in love with death

One time when sheaves were gathered.

That man I saw in Gardiner Street

Stumble on the kerb was one,

He stared at me half-eyed,

I might have been his son.

And I remember the musician

Faltering over his fiddle

In Bayswater, London.

He too set me the riddle.

Every old man I see

In October-coloured weather

Seems to say to me

“I was once your father.”

Copyright © Estate of Katherine Kavanagh

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I am a regular contributor to discussion programmes on TV and radio both at home and abroad. An experienced political editor and author specialising in Politics, Security and 20th Century Art.


  1. Initially when I looked at this image, I wondered if it was in fact a stained glass creation. Wouldn’t it be a wonderful window in the appropriate location!