Let us remember you blonde
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My father died very suddenly in January of this year. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died within a week of diagnosis. His hair had always been blonde but in hospital it had turned grey almost overnight. This was the poem I read at his funeral … Paul Cookson
Let us remember you blonde
Let us remember you blonde Seventy seven and ten months and still blonde
Not seventy seven and nearly eleven months And grey and fading
Surrounded by wires Punctured by drips Smothered by the ill fitting oxygen mask Deafened by the silence and the beeper
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Published 30 April 2009
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