New (old) writing 2

Above: My dad in 1989 with my daughter Hannah

I found this poem in my creative writing folder from 2009. My dad died the previous year, and it was his death that gave me the push (and the funds, let's be honest) to enrol at University as a mature student.

I also bought a bright red convertible, maybe not so mature, but I'm still driving her. Thanks Dad!

Geoffrey Charles Andrews (1926-2008)

I’m sad,

Dad.

I miss you now you’re gone.

I’m mad,

Dad.

I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.

Not a bad,

Dad.

I think I’m a lot like you.

I’m glad,

Dad.

That you were my dad.

Leningrad,

Dad.

Now known as St Petersburg. You loved a pub quiz.