My Father

When I was born his years were all but sixty.

Small figure in a mole-velvet jacket
Bending over desk, where manuscripts were piled.

My Father. When I was born his years were all but sixty. Small figure in a mole-velvet jacket Bending over desk, where manuscripts were piled. Poem by Mary Dawson Jeffries UK.
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