As a boy

My father used to play

In Monet’s garden

While the painter worked -

Perhaps on water-lilies

In the morning light.


As a Naval officer

My father used to say

Of those summers when a boy -

To his chagrin,

For he had a love of art:

‘I can tell you only this.

The old man had a beard

And wore a suit of corduroy.’


July 12th, 1974