The news of my grandfather’s death was a shock but after 10 minutes sitting quietly in Tony’s office I had composed myself. He had given me that time to let it sink in before returning. I told him I needed to call my parents to find out the arrangements for the funeral and said IContinue reading “My final farewell to a wonderful grandfather”
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Digging
by Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests, snug as a gun. Under my window, a clear rasping sound When the spade sinks in to gravelly ground: My father digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythmContinue reading “Digging”
Robin's Nest 