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A vivid childhood memory. My father was a coal miner who'd had a hard life, and along the way he missed out on expressing emotions.




I sat gazing into the fire
eating bread and butter.

He came and leant over
and spat into the flames,

and I watched it sizzle
until it had burnt away;

but once he had spat
he no longer stayed.




© D G Moody 2023