A daughter’s verse for her father

Lorraine has written a poem about Trevor, called Father, which she read at the crash memorial unveiling in Holland.

The drone in the darkness bursts into hell Incinerates in minutes Sinks to oblivion Five years and twelve thousand miles From that Friesland bog

His trunk comes home

Alarm clock still set for the morning Of no return But where is he A small girl sits And looks At a man on the mantelpiece In a cardboard frame With stars in his eyes

Which twinkle at her.