"Well played son".....
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Mar 16, 2017
"A simple game of football, just a kick about with "me dad," a treasured boyhood moment, a moment I never had. An arm around my shoulder, saying, "Well played son," those three little words of praise, are what memories are built on. But no it didn't happen, that moment I never had, I only dream of that game of footy, ....that kick about with "me dad."
Tags: pain, wishful,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
This is bittersweet Frank, you are having some good moments with your grandsons though, and they will have these memories to cherish always...so well written.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
You are so right Cecilia......I loved it when they were little.......and it kept me fit!!.......hahaha....thanks Cecilia.......
Michael Wise
commented on Oct 05, 2018 at 1:11pm
Nicely and poignantly penned. In a different way, this reminds me of my dad, and the moments I got robbed of when he passed away when I was just 11.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 05, 2018 at 5:40pm
Thanks Michael for your nice comment.....sad to hear of losing your father at such an early age....an age when you both should've been enjoying dad, and lad time....
