At St James Church
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
by Stephen Ellams
Yes, I was the one
Who spoke those words
You thought so potent
Like the poets of old
To honour his memory
I stood heavenly high
Staring down into the nave
Amid a sea of familiar faces
My father’s stricken grief
Undulating in me
Trawling with a deep breath
To gather some strength
From the eyes of paternal love
I wrestled imminent tears
Back into their ducts
Maybe the measure of myself
Was in this telling moment
Behold, the firstborn did rise
Beside a fisher of Mersey men
I cast out my lines
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Dedicated to the memory of my beloved Granddad, Francis (Frank) Ellams (18 May 1925 — 18 February 2014).
Stephen and Francis Ellams
Copyright © 2014 by
Stephen Ellams
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