Poem: ‘Father and Son’
Raymond Friel, 22 December 1994
Unbearably buoyant the night before My return to Blairs, I’d be brought back down To earth by Dad’s Polonius routine. He’d been there in the black and white Forties, And had to leave, he said, only because ...
Now, in the grey-skied secular Nineties, Home with a girlfriend who’s not a Catholic, I psych myself for one of our wee talks. A curt ‘she’s...