Helen Grehan
Davey’s Return (extract)
Still the wild look in those dark eyes…
Still in his hair, a forest of it, at sixty-nine years.
Still carrying the hod – metaphorically of course - for
the half brother and sister he had not seen for three
decades or more… Still wondering how it would be
to connect with them… Still sore…
Still the wild look in those dark eyes…
Still in his hair, a forest of it, at sixty-nine years.
Still carrying the hod – metaphorically of course - for
the half brother and sister he had not seen for three
decades or more… Still wondering how it would be
to connect with them… Still sore…
