12 months on ... I carry your handkerchief here in my pocket, Youir roll of old polo mints too: Like an old photograph that's worn in a locket It's a constant reminder of you. Just a small square of cloth, nothing special or rare, And the sweets are well past their best days. They were yours, so to me have value beyond compare - Part of you I'll keep with me always. Love you, miss you Dad - today and always xx