Homage to Martin

Some said Martin be wild
with his unruly red hair
his deep, penetrative glare

To be fair
I would agree
Martin possessed
that certain degree
of flair

which would not be there
without the unruly red hair
without the penetrative glare

And, maybe you think
he had not one single care
in this life
He certainly did not easily scare
as far as I be aware

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My Dad, the Lodger, the New Baby, and Me.

It was something that hadn’t occurred to me before.
But I found the answer after a moment’s thought.
The uncanny likeness, the affection and more,
the cot, all the gifts and baby clothes he’d bought.

My Dad, the lodger, the new baby, and me.
I quite literally turned blue with rage!
At breakfast I said, ‘Dad, do you really think I can’t see?’
Mentally, I calculated their difference in age.

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