For Dom

Here’s a little poem…
(It was a long time before I could open and put my fingers on the keys of the laptop my beautiful son Dom used.
He died in November 2011).

I have made a space.
A hangar for the airship of my mind,
bigger than Cardington.
A page on your computer
haunted by your small spaces
and undaunted by the infinite space
you have given me.

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My dear readers, I live in Manchester, England and would like to share my thoughts of significant people, places and events in my life through this blog. I'm growing old disgracefully in my 74th year, living in a bubble of love blown by my precious friends and family and floating about like Johnnie McGory.

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