Happy Fathers Day
Sitting haunted at the end of a rented bed,
he lets his head drop into the paper he holds.
Paper from a happy past,
paper pressed before the bottle.
Tears drop from his bloodshot eyes
onto the crayon coloured picture
of stick figure girl standing between
stick figure pretty lady and stick figure tall man.
Old hands shake the ageing words underneath,
Daddy I love you, Happy Fathers Day.
Words from a happy past
a long time ago.
What a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and very moving.
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