The Fathers

Today's post is a link to Catherine Smith's wonderful poem, The Fathers - one of the increasing number of poems that can make me cry. I first came across it in her collection Lip (Smith Doorstop, 2007), and then rediscovered it recently in the Bloodaxe anthology Being Human.

Having lost my father earlier this year, I find the poem speaks very clearly to me as I sit by myself, drinking coffee, waiting.