Asha

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, it seems so far, happy he's not scarred, or left forlorn. I start the car, I see him stamp the tar, like a newborn, his ashes fall like stars, I switch off, looking war-torn, right from the start, he’ll never join the ark, not even sure, about his great heart, can’t find that chart, my son knows the score', how it’s gone too far, trips to the funeral park, old shirts he’s worn, why do I tear apart, love has no form