STAR POems: Gentle Giant

My dad is a big man
A big man’s-man sports fan
He shows his affection with food
Keeping the dish a secret from me until the last minute
So he can see my delight at my favourite meal

Our sacred game
When I was in hospital he looked after my money plant
The leaves frosted black
And he pruned and loved it back
From the brink
I cry at the thought of it
One day he will die.

Victoria Baker