The Only Time Our Adult Hands Touched
I was 29, he was 72
We were building up a stone wall
That a Hereford bullock knocked
When trying to leap over
Our hands went for the same stone
Then both pulled back
I was embarrassed
That’s how he raised me
He said after 7 hours
‘Ah we will leave the rest till tomorrow’
I was shocked
It was the first time in my life
I heard him say such treasonous words
In the car on the way home
I realised that some day, within my lifetime
He was going to die on me
Leaving me unable to hold anything in my hands
Except cold dead stones
Feature Image: Daniele Idini