Jan 2013
I remember the times we had
the love between us
a dad and his son
fooling around and having fun
the football games in the hall
the family holidays
the time we got stuck in the snow
family holidays in Scarborough
playing football with the club
playing football in the hall
with a spongy ball
a bust old door for a goal
Christmas’s at my aunties
playing Pictionary
the parents were really competitive
them times have passed now
and I know it will never be the same
dads died and I can’t change that
but every hour of everyday adds a
memory to the times we had.
the love between us
a dad and his son
fooling around and having fun
the football games in the hall
the family holidays
the time we got stuck in the snow
family holidays in Scarborough
playing football with the club
playing football in the hall
with a spongy ball
a bust old door for a goal
Christmas’s at my aunties
playing Pictionary
the parents were really competitive
them times have passed now
and I know it will never be the same
dads died and I can’t change that
but every hour of everyday adds a
memory to the times we had.
2004 poem by Josh Morter ©
this was the first poem I had ever really written (2004 in my first year of GCSE's), it was on a poetry day at school and a select few pupils were allowed to take part and I was chosen even though I shouldn't have been. To this day though. I don't think without this experience and push to express myself I would have ever written poetry.
this was the first poem I had ever really written (2004 in my first year of GCSE's), it was on a poetry day at school and a select few pupils were allowed to take part and I was chosen even though I shouldn't have been. To this day though. I don't think without this experience and push to express myself I would have ever written poetry.
