Those Garden Tools
My father’s lathe
Some Italian POW lighters crafted from nuts and bolts
A certain mental craziness
A shepherd’s crook by way of my granddad
Curiosity, from my last week departed uncle (aged 94)
My mother’s introspection
My father’s stoic silence
That gold plated Elgin pocket watch
Strong genes perhaps
Those photographs of the waxed moustache
A swinging moral compass
No money, as it happens
Garden tools marked FFF
The bravery medals won by military men
Many were called
Few were chosen
Some worn knives and so on
Agnost and atheism
A lost soul now regained
