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Sorting through boxes
the stench of cigarette smoke
I remember dad
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by Scooj
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Sorting through boxes
the stench of cigarette smoke
I remember dad
.
by Scooj
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To St Michael’s Mount
on holidays with the kids
to see my father
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by Scooj
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My fathers are gone
today I celebrate them
fondest memories
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Do you remember?
Conversation opener
to warm our cold hearts
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As a child I’d watch
the dancing flames and listen
to the crackling pops.
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John Innes compost
and cuttings arranged on shelves;
my grandmother’s place
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An old overcoat
that belonged to my dad still
smells of cigarettes.
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Now that he is gone
I think more about him than
when he was living.
by Scooj
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Not a day goes by
when I don’t think about them;
wounds forever raw.
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by Scooj