No Time to Why

Pamela White, UHI Perth


Goodbye Dad

My warm hand touched cold glass

I wait as the imprint fades

My cut-out soul stares past

The memories that you made

Your warm eye sang words true

Of mist meetings should have held

My pen draws love of you

The empty vessel child

Our warm feet will walk lands

As Neptune steals time away

My tears will pearl with sand

The breath of an autumn day

What is left. My Dad died from Covid on 31st October 2020.

My Dad was my backbone, and I held his words very dear.

My painting is a self-portrait of what is left of me.

Putting the broken pieces together, to make a different version

Of yourself, is what must be done.