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a poem for my late father on Father’s Day

Our Garden The garden, That’s where he met me. Weathered walls, Gated; secret. Unkempt and abundant, Scents of green, Heady perfume, A wild meadow, Encircled by bark, Safe; hidden away, This private beauty. The gate opened, Momentary present, We walked, Caressed by roses, Tugged by thorns. “There was nothing to say.” “I’m grateful for what…

a letter to my dad on Father’s Day 2016

Hi Dad, Where are you? What are you doing? I wish I knew. Today, is a day to celebrate and be thankful for father’s. It’s hard to be thankful for just memories. I want to be grateful. But Instead, I feel bereft. Lost. When I peruse through shops it’s all very tangible. Cards, presents. But…