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Fathers\u2019 Day<\/strong><\/p>\n Just for a moment there you had me. About the same length of time, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rick Rycroft<\/strong> retired from practising dermatology in London in 2005 to spend more time with his poetry. In 2011 he moved to Frome, since when he has taken part in classes, workshops and poetry caf\u00e9s there, as well as in Bradford on Avon and Bath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fathers\u2019 Day Just for a moment there you had me. Fathers\u2019 Day, and I suddenly thought, I\u2019ll give you a ring, that\u2019ll surprise you. Well, it would have done: you\u2019d been dead sixteen years and were never that keen on calls anyway. You had me going for a second or two, though. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7538","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7538","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7538"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7538\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7540,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7538\/revisions\/7540"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7538"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7538"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFathers\u2019 Day, and I suddenly thought,
\nI\u2019ll give you a ring, that\u2019ll surprise you.
\nWell, it would have done: you\u2019d been
\ndead sixteen years and were never
\nthat keen on calls anyway. You had
\nme going for a second or two, though.<\/p>\n
\nI remember you telling me,
\nas when you woke up one day,
\nsunlight streaming into your room,
\nand for an instant forgot you were
\nbedridden and dying, feeling instead
\nwhat a good morning it would be
\nfor a walk on the Warren.<\/p>\n