Wishful thinking
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 16, 2017
"Hello dad, it's been many, many years, I've thought of you quite often, and cried a bucketful of tears, I know that you were a seaman, who sailed the seven seas, but where were you dad, when I had scrapes on my little knees? I wish that I had met you, when I was only small, I bet you would have been a brilliant dad, teaching me to play football. Ah, but this imaginary meeting, which a million times I've had, is only wishful thinking, because I know I will never meet you..dad."
Tags: sad,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Well, he missed out and you have gone on to be a wonderful dad and granddad, so who was the loser my friend?
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Cecilia, thanks for your lovely words.....only recently I discovered that he moved to Aukland in the 50s....and died there in 85,.......a lonely man ...which I find a bit sad....(.like one of my poems...Ah well.)......I look forward to reading more of your poetry.......thanks again.......Liverpool/ Sydney...
