Postaday a topic ‘tis it
Leaving me bereft –
How on earth can one revisit
What one’s never left?
When I look at this picture, however, I find myself wishing that I had taken far more time to involve myself in the amazing interests of my father. I did learn archery, and to fly and drive a car and ride a motorbike with him, but he had far more to show me that I simply didn’t bother with.
Similarly, if only I had allowed my mother to get me to develop my musical potential – instead of driving her to distraction and to give up.
For my grandchildren, I wish they had the freedom and relative safety of my own times. We were able to do things and take risks that these days – and not only in South Africa – would simply be asking for trouble.
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