What was that? I asked myself
I had asked when he had gone
A life so big and mighty
Astonishing things he’d done.

From The River, whence he came
And The Green at which he grew
Played tuba with Saintly bands
His big dreams ran through and through.

He found a new Brotherhood
Of dark shadows and blood war
It was there he found himself
A strong man but yet impure.

The end of the first marriage
Yet two flowers they had made
Twisted pain within her bones
A sad end for his belle maid.

With pugnacious force to win
He fought hard with all his might
When rated as number six
Studios offered bright lights.

When not in the dark shadows
The movies needed their man
On silver screen and through lens
Renowned invisible man.

And then he met my Mater
He won her hand and her heart
Their union caused great pain
And this tore dear lives apart.

Two kindred souls just like stars
A wonder for all to see
The passion and the power
Oh…and then those two made me.

A life of glamour so bright
Was at his very command
Life lived bold and bravely wild
Forsaken of reprimand.

But when came his time to end
Deep sorrow he then did meet
Despite highs and blood rich ties
Through conscience then came defeat.

(C) Dean G. Parsons. 2017.





2 Responses

    • Thanks Lesley. I sat at my computer, unable to get to sleep, and just suddenly found myself starting a poem about my Dad. It just flowed. Thanks for reading and commenting x PS, your poetry is still amazing x

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