brought me up to Scotland,

and to Argyll to see my dad.

After a lunch of sausages,

I waited for an early bus out.

He hugged me, put his head

on my chest for a moment;

is it right then that saying,

parents become children?

There was a rainbow so low

across the loch I thought

it was a seaside attraction.

I saw three more on the way

home on the bus, and knew

I wouldn't see him again,

my child.