I have just found out John Dawson before, a regular member
of the writing workshop I co run with Amanda ‘Writers of the Third Kind’ over the past two years or so sadly passed
away on Monday 18 November 2013.
He was 75.
I am do not know yet what has happened here but I know he
was poorly over the summer, but still managed to run the last of his charity
nights in Radcliffe Hospice the other month.
He wasn’t very well that night but still managed to get up
and read out a poem or two with a charm and smile that I hope didn’t desert him
right up until the end that was constant throughout his poetry.
The piece below which is from a booklet of his published last
year ‘thirty rhyming poems’ is one of my favourites of his and while not one of his funnier pieces sums up the way
I shall miss him.
Rest in Peace, John.
You will be missed.
Missed
A pair of slippers, an empty chair
The room now cold and bare
His coat still hangs behind the door
A stack of old newspapers on the floor
A cup of cold tea, beside his bed
A dip in the pillow where he lay his head
We had some good times grand dad and me
It doesn’t seem long, since I sat on his knee
Always laughing, and full of fun
But alas his race is run
I still can’t believe he’s no longer there
Just a pair of slippers and a empty chair.
