For fathers day John received a membership for a family tree website, which brought to mind some poems from his book of poetry. Johns poetry book is held by the British Poetry Library in London and is available on Amazon
Portrait in Sepia
He belongs to the world of D.H Lawrence
One of the sons and lovers of that age
And his coat is stiff with the history
Of Sunday best and that formal life
When milk was delivered by horse and cart
And the oil lamp’s glow at night
Was the light by which a generation
Sweated the price of tomorrow’s affluence.
Though decimated by the carnage
Of a war, they battled to rid their progeny
Of the burden of yesterday’s coal fed
Revolution and fought for the right to walk the hills
Where the curlews swoop and cry.
My grandfather’s Davy lamp sits on my desk;
The small flickering light by which he won the coal
In the years before the dust got him.
He was my first death; motionless on his marriage bed;
Must say goodbye to your granddad, they pressed me
Though when I submitted no one I knew was there
He lives beside me in this ancient lamp with
His number engraved on the base. I pick it up
And feel the weight of it