they took me dad
the bastards
took him slowly away
descending mechanically
into memory
into fire
i would have stopped them
me dad always came to me
now he goes from me
without a signal
to stop the evil kidnap
i would have stopped them
with a nod
just one nod
from me dad
just a single nod
a subtle eyebrow twitch
and i would have leapt from me seat
to his side
fending off his captors
the leader first
a sideways flick
of knuckle into skull
a crack for him
a thud for the other
who would be readied
as would i
to block his blow
and stop his capture of me dad
with a thud
frontal face
knees buckling
crumpling on the floor
and i would secure the last-second rescue
a wedge in the cogs
the ropes cut
the lever pulled back
the bomb defused
the tragedy cancelled
me dad lifted out of coffin
back to me
but instead
i shook their hands
the bastards in black
and i thanked them
for taking me dad away
lucky
bloody lucky
for them
i never got the nod
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Written by Andrew Jones
Dec 3 2004
Queenlsand, Australia
on the sad occasion of his father’s funeral on Dec 1. 2004
I know you could do it. I have listened to you and Samuel devise plans. I have seen the Kung Fu moves you use on Tamar. I know you could do it if you just got that nod.
Sorry to hear about your loss. My prayers have been with you and the family and still are.
I have prayed for yout his morning. I understand the loss for I lost my father at the age of 10. Mouring takes awhile. I love you!
Andrew, I mourn with you.
bloody beautiful poem.
Oh dear…now I’m crying too. Praying for you and yours..
we love you andrew.