This is a portrait of my late father. This portrait is featured in my Book, Crossing Borders published by Guildhall Press. There’s a poem, Last Man Standing that goes with this (also featured in the book) says more than I need to here. The book by the way features Landscapes from Donegal and Derry, portraits and a few other things besides. The book can be ordered from the publisher’s website,  www.ghpress.com You can read the poem on my blog: joecampbellcomicart.blogspot.com

Last Man Standing

My Da was the last to go
“I should be boxed like the rest of them,”
He said to me near the end
I would catch glimpses of him in those last days
Across lanes of traffic,
Out of the side window of my car
A small white-haired man
Every step soft and sore
Limping down for milk

“That’s my Da!” I thought
Not the giant that bestrode my boyhood
Not the quiet man behind my mother
Not the athlete with the All-Ireland medals of his youth
Not the man who wrote letters to the bereaved offering his sympathy
Not the friend who never questioned my point of view
Not the man who never complained about the loneliness
But the one left behind
The last man standing