I’m sitting here remembering the good times. my dad was a gentle and loving man, and I’ve been a fortunate son. Maybe this old poem depicts how I’ve been feeling, over the last few days. Sorry dear readers for not being so diligent as usual ……
I Do Thee Shine
When I was little and young.
“Your heart will always shine” Said Mum.
When I grew up, a know-all teenager.
Head strong, and an all-night rager.
“Your love of life will shine through” Said Dad.
Later on I married, so happy and glad.
Suddenly, one spring, MS touched her bad.
The shining dulled and time turned sad.
Dad said, “Your heart shone through”.
And Mum said, “Her Star will always shine on you”.
My Star, my Dad and Mum, you are my spine.
For you, I do thee shine.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Leonard Cohen… Lyrics
“To A Teacher”
[Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]
Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father’s house.