fathers’ day
the old one and the new
the dead one and the now
vying for attention
in our hearts
and in our souls
rough feelings
bubble up
to break the surface
of the glad-wrap
we have stretched across
the wall
of pain
the lost child
the serpent at the breast
who fangs
and fangs and fangs
with unrelenting blows
until the poison cuts
erupts
smashes through in waves
and we are drowned once more
in his ice cold
disdain
on this day
when we remember
our soft fathers
gone before
I long for some small quiet chat
a natter
a cup of good strong tea
with that reclusive man
and then
I look at you
and see
a good man here
a good father
loyal and true.
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