I remember dad sitting and reading
each evening after dinner
once he and me had washed up in the galley kitchen.
After, I remember him stripping down to the waist
and body washing at the sink, then completing
his evening shave.
I remember his big old badger shaving brush
and a shaving mug refilled with Old Spice.
I remember the odour, filling the kitchen
and sticking to him.
But mostly I remember him in his white vest
in the brown armchair under the warm standard lamp,
feet up by the fire, reading his books.
Wilbur Smith.
Alastair MacLean.
Jack Higgins.
The Sound of Thunder.
Ice Station Zebra.
Wrath Of The Lion.
Always a hardback. Always a loaner
from the regular family trips
to the woods and the library.
Always sitting in his heady mix
of Old Spice, Brylcreem and St Bruno,
reading and relishing the opportunity
to pass the book on to me
telling me of his envy of my first read
of the adventure he’d just finished.
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC
I remember dad sitting and reading
each evening after dinner
once he and me had washed up in the galley kitchen.
After, I remember him stripping down to the waist
and body washing at the sink, then completing
his evening shave.
I remember his big old badger shaving brush
and a shaving mug refilled with Old Spice.
I remember the odour, filling the kitchen
and sticking to him.
But mostly I remember him in his white vest
in the brown armchair under the warm standard lamp,
feet up by the fire, reading his books.
Wilbur Smith.
Alastair MacLean.
Jack Higgins.
The Sound of Thunder.
Ice Station Zebra.
Wrath Of The Lion.
Always a hardback. Always a loaner
from the regular family trips
to the woods and the library.
Always sitting in his heady mix
of Old Spice, Brylcreem and St Bruno,
reading and relishing the opportunity
to pass the book on to me
telling me of his envy of my first read
of the adventure he’d just finished.
