The Painter (a poem for Fathers Day)

(For Jack 1938-1988)

As the raindrops dance
on the plants at the top of the garden
the sun’s begun to shine
and it shines for you
And each and every flower
evokes a memory
of the work on hands and knees
you used to do

Can i find a way to say
how much I miss you
as i sit beneath
this sunset kindled sky
I try to understand
and I ask for answers
to where we go
and why we have to die

As we wipe away the tears
the years roll faster
as quick as brush strokes fade
on the window frame
From the time you left
to now and then tomorrow
until I lie down at the end
and you call my name

And just a few moments later
there stood the painter
and he said……
it’s alright lad
there’s no need
to worry now
the painter is waiting for thee


About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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