A poem for Alexandra and Caitlin
This flawed dad
Chimes ‘I love you’ aloud on the hour
Like some frenzied, benevolent cuckoo
(When not hidden in ‘busy work’)
This flawed dad
Is yearning for some magic balance before the spring goes flat
This flawed dad
Sitting in the corner of your lives like a giant grandfather clock
Will always be
Your emergency service
Your man servant
Your dad
And
If he gets the timing right
One day will be basking in the warmth and satisfaction of being your friend
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
– December 2014