'His death' by Kathy Stewart

He went to sleep

I heard him snoring

Because I loved him

I kissed his hand.


He passed off when he was asleep

I kissed his dead hand

To say goodbye to him

His hand was grey, cold and tender.


The snoring has gone

My Mum told me he died

My Dad was a Scotsman

Jock Stewart

He played the banjo

‘Morning has broken’

Not when he’s ill

Not when he didn’t wake up

He can’t any more because he’s dead.