sleepless in my fathers bed

you used to lie here in this bed
wind rattling the venetian blind
what did you think on those dark nights
when age and illness had confined
your body but left free your mind

are my thoughts different from those
which surfaced from your painful past
or did we share more than i know
and will i realise at last
that from your hand my die was cast


My father (arms akimbo) watching the Omeath ferryboat at Warrenpoint, 1925