17/01/2026
For Dad
Today, Dad,
on your first anniversary at home,
I picture you as you always were —
with Mam, heading off together.
The Dart to Bray,
the seaside air,
or lunch out somewhere you liked,
no rush, just the two of you.
Only now you have your wings.
No timetables. No limits.
Just freedom.
And I can almost hear it,
that familiar, playful tone —
Penelope.
Fly high today, Dad.
Still smiling.
Still close.
🕯️🤍
