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Dad

On the phoneHis sepia smile The timbre of his voice In the sunshine of forgetfulnessI look for nature’s colourful cursive footnotes Stash my pocket with wildflowers A flower for each moment I miss you Together we smile and sky write into the cosmos You live beyond usInto eternity I trace a poem into my heart.

Dad

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