Alexander Robertson 1921-1992
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years On this day in1992 my father, Alex, died. It was the end of a long period of loss in my life that haunts me still. I really "lost" my father when I was a young teenager. We just stopped talking and I began to learn to live alone without an adult mentor. In August 2012 my mother also passed away. To honour them both I have published this image of my parents holding me at three weeks. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I wasn't there that morning When my Father passed away I didn't get to tell him All the things I had to say My father was my hero. I was the eldest son and I cherished that early experience of "first claim" to his love and attention. In the shrine I designed to hi...