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Father (First published as The Daily Poem in The Express newspaper in 2000)

I would love to take
long walks with you
and have the time
to really talk


no matter that
you never said you loved me -
that wasn’t your way
but your love was there and constant
all the time I was growing up


watch out soon
wherever you are -


I’ll be blowing dandelion seeds
up to the fairies
with my secret wishes


and as the wind gets up
be ready -
I’ll be blowing you my kisses.


(c) JH

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