My dad and I built a fence
Of six foot feather board panels.
It stretched the 120 foot length
Across the bottom of his garden,
Tall enough to keep out prying eyes
Strong enough to stand the test of time.
He did all the cement mixing
The tricky bits, that show
You never stop being a parent,
Though I’m nearly as grey as him.
It reminded me of when we did stuff
Together as father and son.
I became the young apprentice again,
Still learning after all this time,
The tricks of an old master
Seen through much wiser eyes.
I wish I’d watched a little harder
When I was still just a boy.
I’ll remember this time together,
A link to a forgotten past
Before the hormones of a teenager
Came crashing into my world;
Separating me from someone
I’d forgotten how I really felt about.