As usual, Doc Martin is owned by Buffalo Pictures. I own nothing and just appreciate their letting me play with their characters.
All Doc Martin fans know that he could write a much better poem than my poor effort. I just want to show what I've always believed to be his enormous capacity for love and happiness. Which is why I'm so fascinated with his character.
Louisa was going through papers in the in the lounge bin before shredding them for recycling. One caught her eye. Definitely a keeper.
My lovely children
Amazing to see their intense pride and pleasure
When they rush into the house bringing with them
The things they considered to be great treasures
Frogs, shells, wild flowers and rocks just to name a few
Bringing with them the smell of sweaty children, ocean breezes and fresh grass
With skinned knees from playing and running, shoes wet with dew
Their excited chatter about the insects caught and carefully kept in a jar with clear glass
Hair wind-blown, shirts askew. All this and still
So beautiful and incredibly precious
Each and everything they've given to me and will
Continue to for as long as I have the good sense
To show them the pride and love
That I feel for them that is so intense
I remember brief times in my childhood
Spent with Auntie Joan and Uncle Phil who, to their credit, knew
That childhood is fleeting and without good memories would
Make for a grim, unhappy life
So be happy and free my beloved children
Beloved. So unbelievable that a former miserable bugger can say that about his children and lovely wife