Remembering my Father-in-law
His life spreads over the two continents –
the Twentieth and the Twenty-first –
on the time map.
The capital of his attitude with its cultural
virtues is located in the last century.
He’s a repairer,
bold and burly, who always tries to screw
the loose nuts of the new generation.
When the teens call
an ugly red-lipped batfish, ‘Beautiful!’
he corrects them, pointing at
a pearl-spot fish.
He preserves the familial juice within his
coconut shell. Like a beachcomber,
he walks down
his memory lane. Undaunted by the abnormal
cardiac rhythms, he saunters along
the serene way
through the heart of nature. He’ll no longer
log in a new day. A loss has
First published by Budding Light Press, Australia