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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  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!