Was there anything you couldn’t do,
a second dad to me,
my father’s best friend
then
and now and for as long
as I breath
you are a hero,
decked out in Bournemouth
red and black, yet
we attended Southampton games together,
football of any colour,
our finest moment
off the field
was to sit together at Old Trafford,
your first visit, my first victory in Blue;
on the back of the Daily Mirror
when Monday came.
You stopped at our house on Manilla Road
when your lorry bypassed the need
for the tacograph to rest, it was days
I looked forward to,
as my Godfather I have loved you,
as a friend I could call upon
when I was younger,
as the father of my oldest friend in the world
I have admired you,
now on this day
I wish I could tell you face
to face, you have been a dad to me,
like my own, steadfast, full of courage,
my father means the world to me,
but you do too.
Ian D. Hall 2017