From Sunday Miscellany, a gorgeous poem about a father's secure presence - listen above.
Ballast, by Catherine Foley
In all the photographs I come across
I am leaning in to him,
Like an old wheel standing up against a wall:
His arm draped around my shoulders.
We often posed together like that.
And I recall the solidity of him,
The physicality of him.
He was like ballast in a boat,
He'd not stir,
He was steady as she goes,
On that garden seat.
Sunday Miscellany, Sunday mornings at 9.10 am, RTÉ Radio 1 - listen back here.
