The Good Doctor: 2 years on
It is of course 2 years ago today when the good doctor took his leave.
I must admit the complete piece to which the following poem belonged was long and rambling, so I am only posting the poem here.
Father, your work is done
You have laid down the axe, the hoe and the surgeon’s blade
Now with keen eyes, steady hands and fingers sure, strum your guitar with the hosts of heaven
On quiet days when my task is done
Under a tree’s leafy shade
I will catch the strains of the music you make and bless the God of heaven
And when I too am done
And exit this worldly glade
I pray we meet again with kith and kin in God’s blessed heaven