On hearing your father's voice 45 years on.



My dad died when I was thirty years old, i,e, forty five years ago.

I still hear his voice.

He, who sired ten children, was adamant that they should never be called kids, (kiddies, kiddoes).

"Goats have kids" he would say; followed by "human beings have children".

Dear Dad, forty five years after your death, I know that you were right.

Love from jmp, your fourth child!




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