: About Me

My passion is ...

Music, wildlife, my grandchildren (not in that order!)

I know too much about ...

Getting things wrong!

My parents always told me ...

Wear clean underwear just in case....

My childhood ambition ...

To get tall and retain my hair (both unfulfilled)

My favorite memory ...

Mum and Dad

Why I write ...

I enjoy it

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Listening to Mozart, reading Richard Dawkins

My first job ...

Clerk in the Civil Service

My best moment ...

Birth of my children

My inspiration ...

My parents

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dad

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You are not forgotten. You are not forgotten: nor are you some misty vision hidden in the corners of my mind; in all I do, the glorious and mundane, you are with me. You are not forgotten: I need no reminders, though there are many, to recall you; I carry all you were inside me. You are not forgotten: all that I am was shaped by you; your hand is on my shoulder still, your voice still echoes in my ear. You are not forgotten: time passes but you do not change. You are here, in me, my compass and my comforter, my teacher and my friend. You are not forgotten. January 2001

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