I have previously posted (in Pointypencils and on Instagram) my drawing of my Dad on a Zoom call with me when he had just been hospitalised with pneumonia during Covid.
A friend remarked "He looks like an elderly angel in a renaissance picture!".
This set me thinking how his early life as an intrepid world traveller may have given him the habit of being optimistic in the face of uncertainty, because he looks happy - rapturous even - in these circumstances where he might possibly have been suddenly sent on life's last journey.
And so there bubbled up this poem: Rapture. You can read it at Pointypoems here.
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