Today, I'm thinking of my father, memories of times spent together.  Long walks, driving to boarding school, his beloved garden and parishes. However the memory that comes to mind is that of his study, a mystical room we were not allowed in.

Happy Father's Day , miss our times together.

Dad`s Study

I loved my fathers study

an intriguing place to be

huge desk stood in the corner

I could hide, no one would see

blotting pad, pens, telephone
upon the desk was quite a mix

on the wall above his desk

hung a beautiful crucifix 

from his old Windsor chair

the laid out garden he could spy

while writing his Sunday sermon

when in his room, time would fly

nearby there`s chairs and a table

where visitors come to sit and chat

about a christening or wedding

and many more things like that

along one wall an old bookcase

filled with books of many titles

boring colours, written pages

prayer books and different bibles

father`s study was a special place

where he was the parish priest

we were not really allowed in there

that`s where kindness was released

(c) Lissie Bull 2023