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One of the poems by Anthony Cronin is:
For A Father,
With the exact length and pace of his father’s stride.
The son walks,
Echo’s and intonations of his father’s speech,
Are heard when he talks.
Once when the table was tall and the chair a wood,
He absorbed his father’s smile,
And carefully copied the way that he stood.
He grew into exile slowly,
With pride and remorse,
In some way better than his begetters,
In others worse.
And now having chosen, with strangers,
Half glad of his choice,
He smiles with his father’s hesitant smile,
And speaks with his voice.
It is a beautiful and touching poem from a son to his dad. It tells us how inspired the son was by his father. The son was very close to his father even though we do not know if his father knew. He followed each of his moves and gestures. When he became an adult, he daringly took another step in life that his father did not take, but he seemingly enjoys it in the midst of regret.
This poem is a great one to do an oral commentary on.
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For a Father
Lunchtime Table Davy Byrnes
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